Ron Koppelberger

Chains to the Past (the spirit of morning)

By Ron Koppelberger (The Angel) The angel was a brilliant beacon of love and light shining down on the man and woman from above, ethereal and beautiful before god and heaven. The veil had become a gauzy rent in a place near the couple and so abbadon had taken advantage. He had put on an [...]

29Aug2010 | admin | 0 comments | Continued

Twilight Court

By Ron Koppelberger His confidence was a certain annoyance to the pool of spectators. Straying a glance at the prosecuting attorney, he offered a grin and an innocent expression of bewilderment. She returned his look with cool confessional disregard. He imagined the sweet passions of sleepy innocent indulgence and fresh air rather than the odor [...]

3Apr2010 | admin | 0 comments | Continued

Believers in Savannahs of Grass

By Ron Koppelberger The landscape was an eternal vision of hungry grass, all encompassing in it’s wide vista; The cry of a dozen dreamers and believers in emerald waves of fervor blessed the virgin skies and the bond of grass, unique in fray and fringed horizons, in the singsong grasp of affection and tender embrace, [...]

2Apr2010 | admin | 0 comments | Continued

A Deep Love

By Ron Koppelberger “I’m alive with you baby,” Straw Berkley whispered into her ear, “ Alive and born again with you my love.” She grinned in an askew sort of manner and shifted on the leather sofa. A sticky squishing sound from beneath her shifting figure broke the moment, like Velcro peeling away from Velcro [...]

1Apr2010 | admin | 0 comments | Continued

The Swaying Cattail

By Ron Koppelberger In the spirit of shadow, of gentle twilight passions and desires in velveteen darkness, he studied the cattail down, in perfect pose, still by the source of wonder. He knelt on bended knees amongst the castaway leaves of fall, near the ponds edge. A great grin of possession, the cattail was his, [...]

25Mar2010 | Editor | 0 comments | Continued

Longfaces Reward

By Ron Koppelberger He held the cerulean sphere in cupped hands. His reflection wavered in the blue effervescence like a beseeching prisoner, a captured image of long faced desire, the desire for secrets and equal measures of beauty. His face elongated and drooped in long allay, his chin was a full foot beneath his pursed [...]

19Mar2010 | Editor | 0 comments | Continued

Shanghi Dread

By Ron Koppelberger Lower than the planted twilight horizon and beneath the frayed forest edge, it lay near his young feet. The infinite in a simple paw, the velvet touch of rabbit fur and blue stain. He stared at the tiny paw and a mask of tense expectation flittered across his face. The evening became [...]

16Mar2010 | Editor | 0 comments | Continued

Lusty Cares

By Ron Koppelberger The necromancy was a passionate pastime in Truck Snarls pale-faced demeanor. He lusted in an elegant alliance with the wont of power, sex and pleasure, any pleasure. Truck sneered at the tiny auburn haired Daisy Chit. She was perched on the edge of the sofa as she baptized her tiny mouth with [...]

10Mar2010 | Editor | 0 comments | Continued

Declare me Recurrent

By Ron Koppelberger Ecru Dread was unimpeded by the trappings of life, the entrance of screaming, kicking tears and enchanted exclamations of Farwell to limbo, “By birth and by the tenants of death” he yelled. By age he thought ancient turns of fated revolution; to be reborn and to die over and over again he [...]

8Mar2010 | Editor | 0 comments | Continued

Auspices in Thuggery

By Ron Koppelberger The discourteous strength of thoughtless show and vulgar claim to the breed was a science of thuggery to Rouge Unholy. He disciplined the suave arrival of tearing, towering violence in creeds of thrilling sensation and tumult for the act of aggression. Rouge proposed nonetheless, to the uncommunicative realm of Vampire lore, in [...]

6Mar2010 | Editor | 0 comments | Continued

Off on a Tangent

By Ron Koppelberger He layed his hands on the wax edged emblem; he was an experimenter, a dabbler in the embrace of desires unbidden. A unique taboo in beguiling splendor, the image on the emblem, the seal, the divine construction of lines and wax lions in crimson exclamation, cried tears of wont, wont for the [...]

24Feb2010 | Editor | 0 comments | Continued

The Secret Sleuth

By Ron Koppelberger Winnow Folly stood in the midst of a tall commotion; a short middle aged adventurist, hair drawn in a taunt bun and pleated cotton skirt flowing in waves around her chubby ankles, she was a maiden at the wheel of a great mystery. The body was a broken bleeding pile of visceral [...]

24Feb2010 | Editor | 0 comments | Continued

Ebony Swans

By Ron Koppelberger The preparation for the chase was faithful to the cause and the reverends decree. The entrance to the flock of caged ebony swans was chocked with the spectacle of kinship, nearness and common bond. The reverend opened the scarlet sash and payment to the soil fell in tiny cascades of ancient ritual. [...]

24Feb2010 | Editor | 0 comments | Continued

Voodoo Hyacinth

By Ron Koppelberger The compliment of forceful tendrils in silken sash, the mistress of wayward blossoms and bred betters, passionate tempests in birth, rummaged the bouquet of Hyacinth bloom for the midpoint caste of eternal exaltation and secret fray, it lay undiscovered in the midst, an amaranth in secret. She chewed the bitter acorn and [...]

21Feb2010 | Editor | 0 comments | Continued

Lecture Hall Flows

By Ron Koppelberger The balance of endless fires branding knowledge and illusions of knowledge disturbed the doldrums of the students as a hush fell over the lecture hall. The professor paused. Nell Buckler imagined the promise of lunch and an afternoon smoke, a satisfying periphery of smoke whirling and testing his addiction, full belly, cupcakes [...]

21Feb2010 | Editor | 0 comments | Continued
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