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)

looking right through you (250)

psychic is the name they gave me. witch soon followed, along with sorceress and prophetess. they made me the stuff of legend, painted pictures of me and spoke in hushed whispers. rumours twisted through the town, humming through oxygen and burning up silence. she reads you like a book, they tell each other. i meet them by chance… Continue reading looking right through you (250)