She was clothed with the sun, or so you’d think to see it looming vast and red behind her. The moon was at her feet and a crown of twelve stars flickered around her head; this dying world broken apart… Continue Reading
“Thanks for the ride, mom,” Evan yelled, running to be on time. “Anytime,” I said. As I pulled away, the latté he’d forgotten slid off the dash, bounced against the seat, and burst all over, soaking my favorite Coach bag,… Continue Reading
I woke up during the burglary. He was shoveling my jewelry into a pillowcase. I had to think fast. “Don’t open your eyes,” he warned. “It’s dark, dude. Even with the light on, I couldn’t tell if you were a… Continue Reading
Listen to “Tears in a Box” by dj barber, read by Folly Blaine: [display_podcast] dj barber lives in the northwest with his wife, little dog and foster children. He writes when he can and whistles when he should. Folly Blaine… Continue Reading
Gloria stood at the bakery counter, oblivious to the shoppers who ebbed and flowed around her, transfixed by the array of cream cakes and cup cakes and decorated gingerbread men. Her eyes devoured the display. Her mouth watered. She could… Continue Reading
Jalisse grabbed the cold metal of the chain link fence, flakes of rust crumbling away under her touch, rough like sandpaper. A bead of sweat tickled its way down her back. She pulled her hooded woolen coat closer, her breath… Continue Reading
I have been doing a lot more thinking than I should these past few centuries. True, I have heard people, nattering as they pass by, asserting that they use their brains to think. Mine on the other hand, was pulled… Continue Reading
LILIAN Mama balks. “Six applications?” “That’s what Hetty said,” Granny tells her. “All rejections?” “Sounds like he still hasn’t heard from one school, but the others…yeah. Rejections.” From where I lurk in the dining room, I catch a whiff of… Continue Reading
Arles, France. September, 1888. Dusk fades, but still some blue clings in the darkening sky in which the first stars seem to boil overhead. I like twilight. It is calming to me. Doctor L’Enfant says I should like calming things.… Continue Reading
Jessica returned to the kitchen just as her daughter placed the last egg into a bowl of purple dye. Rebecca sat back down in her chair and smiled. “All done,” she said proudly. “I can’t wait to see them,” Jessica… Continue Reading