It was a meek ‘hello’ from the sun that woke him up in the end. Eyes grittily opening, he peered around from his den of blankets and creases. Outside, beyond the curtain, lay a promise of a perfect picnic-blue sky. ‘Today’, he mused, hoped, ‘today will be.’
Read MorePersephone wandered into Hell accidentally. Stumbled, actually, her feet tripping over the entangled vines that clawed their way out of the pit, gasping for sunlight and redemption.
She stared into the void before her. The void stared back.
Read MoreDusty air whooshes around my skin. Lightspheres chase my sleeves, sending illumination slithering across sandstone. Why do I bother? Hope has become as intertwined with my body as my heart; to rip hope away would be to rip my veins away with it. But that hope is what pumps blood through me, so I can’t resist its commands.
Read MoreThe Mother ran the back of her hand across her cheek as she swayed in time with the music. The silver wedding band on her finger cooled her skin. She recoiled, the sharp iciness of the ring almost bursting her idyllic moment, but the music swept…
Read MoreI 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…
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