Domenic Luciani : Writing

That Breaking Point

That Breaking Point

A Story by Domenic Luciani


“Stop it Tom!” She screamed as I dragged her by the hair away from the kitchen table. Her limbs scrambled around in an attempt to grab on ..
I Do Not Fear

I Do Not Fear

A Poem by Domenic Luciani


I Do Not Fear Death I Do Not Fear The haunting Of The Dead Spidering Branches Of A Scarlet Bush.. I Do Not Fear The Darkness Of Nightime Coming..
Wherever I go.

Wherever I go.

A Poem by Domenic Luciani


I want to see more. More of the trees, more of the streams. More of the town where I grew up More of the places I haven't seen More of the peo..
The War that Approaches

The War that Approaches

A Story by Domenic Luciani


A winter silence hung over the woods like the darkest of fogs. The air was thick, and yet the sky was deep blue from the early morning light. Every s..
Stranded

Stranded

A Story by Domenic Luciani


Stranded I can’t believe this is happening to me. A broken carburetor pumping steam into the engine of my car wasn’t the worst part. ..
Water Damage

Water Damage

A Story by Domenic Luciani


A story I wrote a while ago.
House on the lake

House on the lake

A Story by Domenic Luciani


The House on the Lake The lake house had a nice view of the forest some miles from the place. On the field that spanned before it was a crude..
Salmon

Salmon

A Story by Domenic Luciani


“Hey honey, is there anything besides salmon left? It just seems like we’ve been eating a lot of salmon lately.” I said. ..
The feeling of being Swallowed..

The feeling of being Swallowed..

A Chapter by Domenic Luciani


They say that when you’re depressed, food loses its taste, colors are less vibrant, and the world in its entirety becomes dull and silent..