In the seat in front of me, a girl's voice teases upward into a laugh. Between the window and the seat, her face is framed by light and a smartphone pressed to her ear; she's talking to someone she loves. The sun is hard in its heat and soft in its rays, and swaddles me… Continue reading Snapshots, 090619
To my grandpa---I love you always. An unacknowledged fear divides us, holds us back with steel, rolled and cold, drawing the warmth of our hands every time we dare touch the edge. We keep a safe distance. We observe each other, one hand outstretched, the rain of the skies falling all around us. The rain… Continue reading Rainfall
Inspired by one of my dreams, from a few days ago. I'm honestly confused as to what exactly it means . . . Grey water, a sheen of rainbow oil threaded through it, lapped at my neck. A cold chill nipped at my skin, but inside I was impervious to it. The sinking ferry, yards… Continue reading Water and Storybooks
One of my dreams, from June 10th 2018. Sparks flew. They were like fireflies, little flames of orange light, there one moment and gone the next. It could have been a trick of the eye, but I knew they were there. I could feel it. It burned on contact and the house was engulfed completely in tongues… Continue reading Sparks
A veteran goldfish recounts his life. Based on a true story.
I will never guess wrong. Even if the teacher sears me to death with his gaze, if I rot in my chair, or if I make a fool of myself by keeping silent, I will never guess wrong. My heart thuds beneath my ribcage, a cold sweat breaks out on my palms, and I can… Continue reading Guessing Wrong
Short story, 6303 words. Living in an apartment with her late mother’s friend in New York, all 18-year-old Elise Cady wants is to not talk to anyone. However, when her mother’s friend sends her off to work for an accomplished and enigmatic business woman, she can’t help but be pushed out of her comfort zone.