Mteresaclayton Stories

Brothers, Michael and Marky, are taken on a strange journey as they try to find their missing grandfather. Little do they know that something magical is happening and in...

Volcanoes erupting, the ground on fire, people climbing up to escape the heat as the heat rises and the source of the devastation sits in a pool giving off wisps of toxi...

Autumn leaves fall like embers from a fire above, lighting a path into winter... join me.

Time comes and goes and never returns - why do we count hours, minutes, seconds, sand?

Three Green Berets go into a city after the bomb, to search for any survivors and to give report. There was something else there, under the debris, that was a far greate...

Many ways to say goodbye... enter into the cathedral and have a seat on the one of the back pews and observe the story told here. You may come away with another way to s...

She sits reading a book in the silence when she hears the tiny voice of something... there! in the corner, something hanging there... it would be a transforming experien...

There are consequences to being unconscious. There are consequences to being awake and lucid. Consequences. Over and over again - it becomes a cycle - CONTINUANCE.

Ah, the pain of rejection. But, the setting it right again, setting it as it should be, setting ones balance, setting ones revenge, setting him on fire, setting yourself...

what does a man do when he feels and hears the woman he loved and lossed? Can they still remain together - forever - with him on this side and her on the other?

Let the story/poem tell you.

This poem actually came from an old man who spoke to me several nights ago. This is his way of speaking and pretty much what he told me. If anyone recognizes him or this...

I'll allow you to see - yourself as the puppet, yourself as the puppeteer, or just an innocent member of the audience, a viewer, unable to move, unable to think, unable...

Alone in the woods, have I found my mother? Has my mother found me? Only the Dire Wolf Mother and I know for sure.

Listen to the poetic story of discover the power of red ribbons

How do we decide to run the race of fate? Too fast? Too slow? What would each one deliver at the end? Time against time?

We learn so much when the moon can fully eclipse the sun. What does this say about life as a metaphor?

I hear the rumblings, see the written words of repentant souls, looking for a way to begin again, knowing that will never be. So, they search for salvation in confession...