short story
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The Word Just
I just hate the word “just” That I just so stubbornly say To just belittle my words Just before I send them away Continue reading
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Burlap Cubicles
I feel like a potato in a potato sack. Covered in coarse, rough, Burlap. Continue reading
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Mayday Mayday Mayday
Modern-day knight in iridescent Kevlar, riding on a red horse, veiled and obscured. If the fires don’t kill him, then the cancer will. Continue reading
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Breadcrumb Trail Through Time
I’m convinced she is magical. You can tell it just by looking at her. Like it’s some kind of “aura”, or “energy”, emitting from her. She’s the most stereotypically “witch-like” person you’ll ever meet, and if you don’t know what I mean by “witch-like”, you will having seen her. It’s uncanny, and blatantly obvious, just… Continue reading
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Props on a Stage
I want to live in a destination. For touring tourists and passerby. Our house a little speck in the wrinkled corner of any postcard you could buy. Continue reading
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The Night Bus Sleepers
“We are not nocturnal or diurnal, we’re the sleep deprived and tired. We are strong dreamers. We hold our head high even while sleeping. Our hands and cold hard glass our pillow- we need little else.” Continue reading
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Birdbaths in her Palms
When it rains in this chaotic city, it pours, causing chaos and awe. The powerful rain transforms the city and its people into a symphony of water and emotions. Continue reading
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Paper Boats
As a child, she would release paper boats with letters for fairies into a stream. Even grown, she continued this tradition, realizing it was her grandfather writing back to her, infusing their bond with magic. Continue reading
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Concrete Pigeons
Living inside a concrete cube, feeling disconnected and seeking solace on the rooftop. By feeding pigeons, they observe the city being consumed by a sea of grey- the untamed nature of urban life. Continue reading
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How to Build a Sandcastle
A sandcastle construction, defended by elaborate shell people and a valiant battle against the encroaching tide is ultimately defeated. The sole survivor searches in vain for any remnants of the kingdom, all lost to the relentless sea. Continue reading
Hole In The Hedgerow 