dawn cracks the sky open, bleeding pink and pale red over the horizon. sunlight blasts through every available space, beyond glowing, beyond luminous. light catches on my surroundings, setting everything alight, a harsh glare after the smooth dark of night. below my feet, concrete sparkles; all around me, glass is striking to the eye, confusing… Continue reading luminous

August Lies Ahead

It's getting on for 11 pm on the last day of July. You guys, where did the time go?! Tonight I was texting my friend and plotting things as I am wont to do, muttering dark things about The Perils of Writing Because You Can't Even Read a Text Without Looking For Subtext, Sarah. Or is… Continue reading August Lies Ahead

In Wonderland

Flash Fiction July, 30 There's a forest tucked away on the outskirts of the city. She doesn't go there often; only in winter, when it frosts over and she has to wear thick-soled hiking boots lined with extra socks and haphazardly-stitched in knitted linings. She pretends it's for the sheer beauty of the place, but it's… Continue reading In Wonderland

On Performance Art

Flash Fiction July, 29 Every morning, before my alarm even goes off, I have to decide who I'm going to be for the day. It's my last conscious thought before I reach to draw my alarm closer to my headboard, already ticking my mind over my options. I don't like to repeat an option from… Continue reading On Performance Art


Flash Fiction July, 28 The walls have ghosts, it's the first thing she notices when she moves in. The manor is square, all clean sharp lines and matching geometry. Symmetry, to the point that if a light in the west wing flickers a light in the east. The walls talk, she's sure of it, and… Continue reading Wanderings

Life by Numbers

Flash Fiction July, 27 She uses statistics to guide her life choices; if she wants to buy a car, look for a new pair of boots or decide where to work she has to first do her research. It became her habit a decade ago, a keen burning interest in educated guesses and piles of research… Continue reading Life by Numbers


Flash Fiction July, 26 In her nineteenth year she begins keeping a dream journal. It happens when a few too many sleepless nights morph into sleep-filled nights, heavy sleep where there's been a slow-going burnout after weeks of not sleeping properly, and then the dreams show up. They never happen when she lies awake, never… Continue reading Turbulent