A piece of flash fiction based on a dream I had a few days ago: running from a Fibonacci monster.
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