Short Story
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Medicated Joy
I struggle for the reins of my life. Every single day. The reins are always either held by the medications, the doctors, or the machines that hold my organs…
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Through the car windows
There are no certain yardsticks to measure my success in life, be it money, ownership of property, or the depth of my heart’s swelling from love; they are all…
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Coming home
They say that in this world, there is no place like home. Sitting here in this withering brown seat, bones rattling to the rhythm of this rumbling train, fingers…
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Laced Rabbit
Our story begins with a kid named Noah Anderson. I am sorry to say: he was nobody special. He was just a child of a politician and a…
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gentle were, and gentle now
The tinkle of giggles rung through the air, slightly treble, and slightly baritone. A morning glow illuminated the gilded design on the bedposts, glimmering with beaming joy and scintillating…
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Limp Deer
Innocence: Bliss or Curse? Content warning: Potentially dark themes. She came home late again. Her arms and neck wore blue and purple like cheap jewellery. I still…
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Forever Tied to You
I remember. Serene waves washed over our toes as cotton-ball-like clouds loomed overhead, bright white against pastel blue skies and air sweeter than honey as I laid next to…
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Nyx
Chilly air seeps through cracks in the cars’ shaking chassis: the old, bumpy, road threatens to rattle the even older engine apart with each trying jolt as we descend…
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Love on Earth
I was wrong. I was completely and utterly wrong. So wrong that I would admit it willingly to the heavens above; to the dull stars that frowned down upon…
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Holofeucene
Alone. Atop the soaring spire of rock, the tattered cloth rifles in the cold, misty wind, starkly defying the rain-faded oranges, reds, and purples of the Mesa. The evening’s…
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The Billionth Number
I once knew a girl who dreamed of measuring the universe. She was hospitalised with a condition that would impede her ability to walk. Confined to a hospital bed…
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Incandescence
Cadence lived in fear of the dark. Achluophobia, they called it, but she didn’t know that then. She didn’t know a lot when she was young. Especially the dangers…
