the hideout (400)

for the first five years she tries to build herself a hideout, tries to hollow out space in a tree for a shed to hide; tries to slip into the depths of the forest and blend into the scenery. none of it ever works, she never feels quite right in the hidey-spaces she's stealing from… Continue reading the hideout (400)

aesthetic (400)

she decides it's time to try and paint a portrait of herself. for years now she's dabbled in art, picking and choosing mediums at whim and discarding subjects without discerning first. there's not one thing that suits her, she knows this after months of working on one after the other. there's dozens of canvases lying around,… Continue reading aesthetic (400)

by nightlight (400)

she's watchful of the night sky, waiting for it to arrive before she slips out under a cloak of her own making. outside, the city hums, content with the work from the rest of the day, and people are few and far between. tonight she's tempted to take a glass to the roof, fill it… Continue reading by nightlight (400)

the apparition (400)

there's a ghost outside my bedroom window. he likes to appear on rainy afternoons, and just after the last dregs of the storm have cleared. by daylight he's a trickster, showing up in the reflection of the mirror before he is gone, disappearing as quick as flicking a switch. sometimes, i think he has been… Continue reading the apparition (400)

sacred (400)

the runes are laid out, slicing a circle into twelve even pieces on the forest floor. in the centre is lucky thirteen, added on a whim. in the carver's pocket there's a spare twig and a rumpled bit of parchment detailing the meaning of each one. technically it's not breaking any rules. nor is the… Continue reading sacred (400)

winter haze (400)

the city is indecisive tonight. late-evening sunlight glitters weakly off a myriad of glass, a maze of cars and buildings and filters through thin lace curtains. in the not-so far-off  distance, there's a series of factories and houses all burning fires. smoke rises, hangs heavy and congested in the air, curls into the buildings themselves… Continue reading winter haze (400)

Vignette (5) (400)

There's a certain artistry to this mountain's edge. Water hums against the edge of the ground, melting hard earth into clay and loosing pebbles into the harbour's water. As far as the eye can see, it's all greenery and water and finally, just before the eye's limit, a cityscape of towering buildings and a bridge… Continue reading Vignette (5) (400)

comfort zone (400)

i  stood at the base of the trail. from this vantage point, i could see the distance it spanned: one small mountain, and wider than my eye could follow. before i could run, slip back into my car and pull away from the group, i applied sunscreen and hat, considered if sunglasses made things any different.… Continue reading comfort zone (400)

unfinished business (400)

the paint is slow to dry, glossy on the walls and thin in places. it was the least expensive i could find on such short notice, but they will be here in three days and i needed to be able to replace some of the furniture. they will notice, criticize everything and cloak me in… Continue reading unfinished business (400)

carry (400)

the books are heavy, stacked awkwardly into her arms and balanced somewhere at mid-neck. she holds them stiffly, balancing her body into tiny steps and if she moves her arm she's sure her elbow will crack. she carries a tote bag that once had been looped over her shoulder, though the straps gave up the fight… Continue reading carry (400)