Short Story

Conscience   CWs: violence (non-graphic), mentions of death   The boy showed up at my doorstep with exactly one gun.…

Anya sprawls over the patterned seats of the train, and all the tension in her body loosens. A small lamp…

It was an ordinary morning in the still autumn, a cool breeze brushed the denim carapace of a motionless farmer,…

My mother holds me close, her voice like a lullaby, soft and familiar. She whispers something tender as her comfortingly…

 “Tuesday,” I muttered to no one in particular as I rolled out of bed. The minimalist black and fawn clock…

Drama is rather perplexing, and I’m not sure how to describe it. Simple enough is the pit, which isn’t always…

Disclaimer: This piece is entirely a joke.   27/09 Hey, it’s been a while.  (Is Ivory high again?) Not much…

The time is 2:56 am. On a ripped piece of card that peeks out of scattered papers, there is almost…

CW: Disturbing Everything was dark… No– wait. There was light. Somewhere.  I couldn’t see it, but I could feel it. …