On sunny days like today, lying together on a red plaid blanket in a meadow pocketed with
daisies and clover, they found it very easy to believe in fairies. But of course, that was a little
girls’ dream—something pink and sweet and smelling of strawberry blood.
Read More“What did you wish for when you were a kid? Like, when you threw a coin into a fountain?” I ask him, his face half-smiling as he stirs his chocolate milkshake in the plastic-lined diner.
Read MoreMilan couldn’t help but scowl. He’d studied James’ photo, his matches—the many he’d won, the few he’d lost years prior—but hadn’t prepared for him to look just as smug, just as vainglorious in person.
Read MoreThe house was a blight on the suit’s lovely cornfield horizon. He raised a cigar to his lips, drinking in the expensive smoke—bad for one’s health, of course, but that didn’t matter much since his power didn’t come from his heart.
Read MoreAfter his brother was gone, all that remained were the books he’d left behind.
Ray studied these constantly, and kept rules for their maintenance.
Read MoreHis pupils are dilated, and he seems far away — absorbed in the granduer that being a hero permits him. If you stare at his eyes long enough, you feel you might fall into his fantasy, where even the broken bodies beneath his feet song his praises.
Read MoreShe played the piano like a dreamer, her delicate fingers caressing fragile notes that bubbled up through the window and drifted out to fill the valley’s misty air. And then she’d sing to herself, quavering, soul-tipped melodies that were forever breaking his heart.
Read MoreWatch me soar into my wooden overcoat before you screw it shut.
Don’t let me fly away. Tie my legs together if you must. With double knots. To be safe.
Read MoreThe ring had slowly cut into her finger several times over the last thirty years. Each time weary grey skin had reached across that seemingly impassable silver river corrupted by long red threads that seeped past her knuckles.
Read MoreI cry for the girl in the pictures on my walls, made of sunshine, who danced among poppy flower fields, finding magic in every heart-shaped rock she would find for her mother.
Read MoreIt is only when time comes to a standstill that your world begins to move.
A lift, a selfie, a jolt. The lights falter, and darkness saunters in. Amidst the chaos of the everyday, life has paused.
Read MoreIt started as a challenge to form a habit, but now it has become much more. My morning walks keep me grounded. While I walk, I float in the spectrum of colours that surround me. Most of the elements of my daily existence have seen a major shift, but the silence of the mornings has travelled with me across boundaries.
Read MoreDear Santa,
This Christmas is colder than last time. I heard you give the naughty children coal but I would like some too if you can. The fireplace has not been used in a while and it will help with warming Gran. She is very poorly and does not like all the blankets we put on her.
Read MoreI can see them now, deep brown, rich chocolate swirled in an effervescence of golden delicate honey liquid tones the two black dots float daintily, static, in the pools of my universe.
Read MoreThere is a black hole. It swallows and grumbles and demands attention. But you cannot cave. Staring into the darkness will get you nowhere – it cannot relinquish what was taken, cannot give gifts.
Read More‘I don’t want much,’ she says as she takes your hand, runs her thumb over your knuckles, weaves magic into your skin, ‘I just want –’
But she stops, blushes. The radio crackles, Dusty Springfield’s voice replacing hers.
Read MoreIn a diner of debatable standing, a guy says he caught a fish.
‘That ain’t real. Mine’s bigger,’ says the owner.
Read MoreNo one seemed to care that the girl ran off with the dragon egg washed up by the shore. It’s not that I think it was wrong, but if I’d known no one would mind I might have nicked it for myself.
Read MoreAs you gaze at the starlit night, the stars and their history overwhelm you. These are the same stars that have watched empires crumble. The stars that have guided countless wayfarers back home.
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