Damn Your Eyes
The back of the chair looks like a prison gate, and there’s a quality in her eyes I can’t bear
Author: Wren
The Day We Met
I met my mother for the first time when I was twenty-eight years old, in a faded photograph I found
The Forest
Caveat: This is one of the first stories I’ve written that I haven’t been very happy with. But, I think
Houses
Houses. A hundred moments of my life wild wanton like me A moment in time. The red duvet on my
The Night of the Wolf
It was a cavernous night, deep into winter, when I set out to fight the wolf. In summer, people forget
Welcome to the Bazaar
HellohowcanIhelpyou?Ifthere’ssomethingthatyouneed,restassuredthatIcan finditforyou.Steprightup,steprightup,comecloser,norequestoosmall,no productwecan’tfindforyou! Hello sir, please step closer, what can I find for you? Have you lost your true love
Listen
You fill the world with music. I tell you, be silent, and listen. The world is music. Close your
For Caitlin
This week’s story is a slight diversion from the new norm, because the image isn’t by a friend of mine.
Small Hiatus and Big Changes
Hello loyal (and casual) readers! You have probably noticed a distinct lack of posts for the past two Mondays. I
That Sunny Summer Day
I remember plants growing wild like weeds, green and yellow under the late summer sun. My fingers, still smooth and