fire dances in the fireplace, more seen than heard. there's only kindling right now, and it's my favourite stage: the room has already begun to warm, and now is the brief tension that comes with adding a small log, maneuvering it just so and waiting for the flames to catch. it throws long shadows over the smooth wood… Continue reading elemental, 1.2 (150)
darkness: invisibility cloak, tell me everything. response to Sometimes Stellar Storyteller Six Word Story Challenge.
they call morning the worst part of the day. they are the ones who stagger from bed, huddle over flasks of strong dark coffee and shiver in the cool morning air. they are the ones i used to envy, knowing that they complained about the early hour after a full night of sleep while i tossed and turned,… Continue reading ascent (150)
people rush through streets, all walking at the same clip, the same frenetic pace. these are the ones who hurry by foot to their destination, so hurried they don't trust traffic. others stumble blearily through the day, clumsy from cell-phone use and other people have headphones on, blocking out as much of the world as they can. none of… Continue reading roaming (150)
it happens in reverse. first, blue fades out, darkening purple - flash of purple, then infinite deep darkness. second, purple stretches over the horizon; repeat as often as needed.
once, i built a shelf. it was a wonky, shoddy-looking thing, hanging crookedly from the wall, haphazardly suspended by a combination of metal pieces and some thin rope harness. i recognized this even as i admired my handiwork, this first little achievement. the first time i placed an item on it, it toppled dangerously, swaying… Continue reading memory shelf (400)
the night is young, wild; tonight i have freedom to do as i please. create or destroy my only instruction. electricity thrums through the air, my veins - endless possibility. i'll do both.
if you watch carefully, all the signs of the impending storm are there - you just have to be around, watching to see them form. first, clear turns to gray - midnight navy melts into deep dark black, immeasurable. second, the gray darkens: pale gray on the first day becomes charcoal by the third. it's all the same, always… Continue reading storm warning (150)
it was years ago that your shadow began to follow me, slow at first and then chasing me with a greater velocity as time moved along. you needed my attention, thrived on devotion and trembled under dismissal. (tried to create weakness; remember you're not the villain of this story) and then you wilted, shadow attached to… Continue reading consumption
remember you said you would turn the earth on its axis for me? ruin our relationship with gravity, just so i could grasp at the sky and admire the texture of the clouds? i remember the taste of salt, heavy in the air from oceans crashing at my front door and stumbling through forests, funhouse-warped,… Continue reading gravitation (150)