As the light began to fade, she found herself standing in a tall grassy field with shadows looming over the horizon. The gentle breeze played with her hair as she listened to the sound of the cicadas drown out her thoughts. She wasn’t sure why she was there. She wasn’t even sure how she had... Continue Reading →
We Never Get Snow Down Here
I watch with the morbid curiosity that comes with being twelve as they carry your body out of your apartment. The blanket is sliding off your corpse as they struggle to get you down the stairs. What happened to body bags? You helped me make cupcakes once. Cupcakes for my school bake-off sale. Now you're... Continue Reading →
token friend
textbooks tell me humans are social creatures. humans need interaction to thrive. humans need to love and feel loved. anti-social. introvert. shy. weird. awkward. negative. crazy. those are my names. the names on my collar. the names i respond to. friends. people who care. only... they don't. they are friends so long as i remember... Continue Reading →
What Matters
This world is so lonely, few friends to relate. Small talk is all they give. How is that any way to live? My landlord doesn’t understand why the rent is late. He calls… and calls.. and calls.. and calls, Just to belittle and berate. Given crumbs to work like a robot and still,... Continue Reading →
A Memory’s Dance
A memory is but a dying flame, Fighting to consume just enough oxygen So that it may linger a while longer, Before it inevitably slips away. The memories of us flicker in my mind. The one of how I want to remember it. And the one of what we truly were. Yet, do they not... Continue Reading →
Klorrie Note #7
Her brain once housed many minds.
Klorrie Note #4
When little birds talk, things die.
An Immortal’s Journal Page
There are things in this existence that not even a genius can understand— miracles, worldly dimensions, paranormal phenomenon, purpose… It's commonly understood there are reasons for everything. There must be a cause in order to achieve an effect. Nothing can happen without it being the direct result of something else that has happened. Most importantly,... Continue Reading →
Illusion
As a magician carries a deep passion for his tricks— though he knows they are not real— We too cling to the illusion of what we used to be— despite the clear reality that what we had was nothing we could feel.
Writing My Worlds
As I start my day of redundant chores, I think about my reality and realize I’m bored. What is this world that consumes my life? It’s depressing and dim; as dull as a butter knife. Every day I wake up, and what greets me first thing? The same reality as before; that day after day... Continue Reading →
