A Note Should Suffice
You’ve lived in this forest a long time. So long, in fact, that you’ve started to name the trees— not the species names, like spruce, cedar, hemlock; those you learned on your grandpa’s nature walks years ago— names like Rela, Sophia, Brett.Keep reading
A Story, Sure.
I’m not good at beginnings and endings. I have trouble choosing the most impactful points in time for them. …Keep reading
First, you smell the sulfur.
You feel warm concrete on your fingertips. It creeps to your elbow. For a moment, you think about proximodistal development, whether this would be a good counter-example. Then, you remember what happened. …Keep reading
She Thought It Was a Good Day
Emma woke up around noon. She opened her eyes, saw her bedpost. Must have fallen off the bed while she slept. A cluster of dust bunnies huddled on the right side of the post. …Keep reading
I Wanted to Write Something You’d Like
I had just got home from work. I parked my Focus in the driveway. The early-December frost was still lazily slumped in the corners of the curb. …Keep reading
A Morning in Kroa
The sun rises over the Haurathon, the centerpiece of Kroa. Its spire shoots out 1000 feet above the neighboring buildings. …Keep reading
At Four in the Morning
The room is filled with the dark of night. Red bricks of light that connect into the shapes of “4:30” are the only light. The numerals imprint on my eyelids. …Keep reading
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