Sandra Caskey : Writing

Malevolent Storm

Malevolent Storm

A Story by Sandra Caskey


An old beginning chapter to one of my finished books. Estelle is the character's actual name. I won't get out a full description of her, though.
Shattered Colors

Shattered Colors

A Story by Sandra Caskey


Happiness is what I thrive to become. So, I am a greedy individual. I get what I beg for and enjoy it until I want something else. The walls within my..
When Imagination was Mellifluous

When Imagination was Mellifluous

A Story by Sandra Caskey


There was a time when reality was non-existent and what roamed freely was the people, who only a special one could see. Imagination at this time was a..
The Relationship I Have with Death

The Relationship I Have with Death

A Story by Sandra Caskey


Like flies dropping, the rain plummeting, and the night descending upon the day, hearts are ripped from chests and bodies shoved into caskets. Shut it..
September

September

A Poem by Sandra Caskey


Suffering in this world of hate;Emitting my sorrow through my fate;Preparing my life for the treacherous fight;Taming the fury through what I write;Em..
In the Mirror

In the Mirror

A Story by Sandra Caskey


The lights flickered within the bathroom, the orange rays darkening and lightening my skin. I stood before the sink, head ducked, and arms bent over m..
My Personal Devil

My Personal Devil

A Poem by Sandra Caskey


His kiss was that of fiery coal,A peppermint-feel upon cracked lips.His hands had gripped my soul �"Oh, the feel of ecstasy!His eyes obtai..
Welcome to the World

Welcome to the World

A Poem by Sandra Caskey


I came here within her arms on the brightest side of life.The sunrays bent through the blinds.Her eyes twinkled with a passionate love no other could ..
Darkening Skies

Darkening Skies

A Poem by Sandra Caskey


Crystal blue skies was once visibleIn a world without anything formidable.Opponents were partners and villains weren’t wicked;No crimes had been..
Facing Down Your Demons

Facing Down Your Demons

A Poem by Sandra Caskey


I stand before him,My head titled back to see his face,His black eyes glowering down at me.As I gaze up at him, I stroke the red string around my pink..