She finds him on the edge of the cliff. “I thought you quit.” She says, through a damp haze …
Conscience
Conscience CWs: violence (non-graphic), mentions of death The boy showed up at my doorstep with exactly one gun. …
Home Is Where The Heart Is
Anya sprawls over the patterned seats of the train, and all the tension in her body loosens. A small lamp …
The Prized
It was an ordinary morning in the still autumn, a cool breeze brushed the denim carapace of a motionless farmer, …
Under The Curtain
My mother holds me close, her voice like a lullaby, soft and familiar. She whispers something tender as her comfortingly …
The day… Tuesday!
“Tuesday,” I muttered to no one in particular as I rolled out of bed. The minimalist black and fawn clock …
All The World’s A Stage
Drama is rather perplexing, and I’m not sure how to describe it. Simple enough is the pit, which isn’t always …
Band Rehersal
Disclaimer: This piece is entirely a joke. 27/09 Hey, it’s been a while. (Is Ivory high again?) Not much …
Unopened Letters
The time is 2:56 am. On a ripped piece of card that peeks out of scattered papers, there is almost …