I woke up and the first thing I saw was a mini blackboard on my windowsill, underneath which someone had scribbled a schedule of events from eight to eight for each day of the week. I reminded myself that I had written that timetable, not someone else. The chalk didn’t write it, nor a past version of myself that was somehow separate from my current being. Just me.
Read MoreIt was as if all time had slowed, slurred as your figure emerged from that crumbling doorway. Like an angel descending, you reached out your hand to pull me out from my own material despair. The flames licked at our feet, and I felt myself melt into your arms.
Read MoreDo you remember, dear, the autumn? We would read about humans and spirits and ghosts, letting our imagination run wild as we played make-believe. We’d pretend we were spirit detectives, solving cases involving beings of all kinds.
Read MoreFor reasons alien to him, everybody trusted Jesse. He had no desire to be anyone’s confidant. And yet this was what he so often became to his clients…
Read More“It never would’ve worked.”
Ben whimpered on Wilfred’s shoulder, making it wet. Wilfred looked at Boniface in despair, making those his last words of consolation.
With great difficulty, Boni drowned any words that would’ve been unhelpful in the cheap liquor of The Jolly Green Man’s beer.
Read MoreThe more I read your diary entries, the more I realise I’m in love with you. You come across as sassy and sarcastic, bubbly and energetic, quirky and illuminating. You come across as so colourful that you ensnared me long ago.
Read MoreThe deep blue August sky descended over the beach, washing itself out into a pale watercolour just above the sea…
Read MoreToad was suffocating in the August air. It felt thick and dry in his lungs as he breathed, still warm even without the sun…
Read MoreThe earth is pregnant. The lumps and bumps of ancient peat bogs are fertile, fresh with moss and hard grasses, and far away from where civilisation has carved at the peat for fuel…
Read MoreThe dead don’t speak. But I hear them all the same…
Read MoreA huge puddle had formed outside the door. The rain came down in diagonal lines. The trees opposite me shuddered under the weight of the water.
Read MoreThe angel Virgil gazed down from where she stood at the top of one of the many trees of Eden, a crease between her eyebrows, evidently displeased with what she saw…
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