out of place

it didn't take long to realize something wasn't quite right. the feeling settled in quickly, a strange sort of anxiety and forgotten memory tugging at the back of my mind, a subtle stress creeping up. in the air, perfume lingered, unusual as i never wore it, and i had the sense that someone had been by recently. here, in… Continue reading out of place

uncapped (150)

we're not free, you know, you spoke lazily, allowing the words to drift around you like smoke before dissolving into the atmosphere, absorbed. i allowed myself to drift through the words, wandering through the air. perhaps if i run my fingers through the air i'd catch them, examine them - set them free again. i… Continue reading uncapped (150)

a voice (150)

they call me many things. seductress; a lure; creation ancient and modern. most lately, they call me magician. they accuse me of working craft that's incomprehensible, of possessing inanimate objects to animation and sketching out a story. (four-minute stories were my skill long ago, first struggled with, then mastered) and i follow you around, loyal to technology… Continue reading a voice (150)

a curiosity in irony (150)

the world around me glitters, lights flashing and burning in my eyes. my mascara is running, it's too hot for comfort up here. time spins through my fingers, twirling and unfolding as my comrades and i move, interacting and intersecting, breaking into the new world we've created. (breaking in the new world) even amidst a group of… Continue reading a curiosity in irony (150)

a rainy night (150)

she ran, heels slipping and clattering over the wet footpath. rain blurred her vision, melding streetlights and car lights into patches she didn't see until it was nearly too late. blisters had formed several streets ago, and she could feel the leather against her skin - now sodden, still stiff. not for the first time,… Continue reading a rainy night (150)

about a storm (150)

she shook, yanking the ends of her jacket sleeves over her hands and pressing her lips together until they hurt. this kind of storm was unusual, one where she could only watch and wait. so far, she hadn't found a way to make it stop: headphones only muffled so much, and she'd know the appearance… Continue reading about a storm (150)

life: a dialogue

Alfred carefully navigated the last two steps, bracing himself on the railing of the staircase. He'd worked here nineteen years now and still never learned to trust the steps - they were too smooth, too even. He preferred to feel rough brick under his shoes, but that didn't fit the aesthetic of the gallery. Before… Continue reading life: a dialogue


it's a mystery. i watch online, videos of people who do extreme sport and fall, body slicing through the air to a safe landing. there's always an after video, a quick shot of someone pumped on adrenaline and grinning madly. sometimes they shake, trembling even as they give thumbs-up. i wonder what it's like. you are… Continue reading fall

Stellar and Lunar: Roundup 11

Hey everyone! So I was going to keep this brief, but I came up with the prompts based on my workday and therefore I would like to tell you a story first. Okay? Okay. The day was a bit slow; make that really slow. When you think 'call centre' you think busy, you think phones… Continue reading Stellar and Lunar: Roundup 11

Stellar and Lunar: Roundup 10

Hi all! It's been a long week of work, and it's going to be even longer because I will be working on Saturday too. This is still my first rodeo, but the upside is people seem to like me. I seem to be doing alright. So far, so good. So this week on Stellar and… Continue reading Stellar and Lunar: Roundup 10