Flash Fiction July, 23 A theory: that time is a malfunctioning reset option. She writes, stops. Already she's working on proving the theory, catching up to herself as her mind slowly, ideas barely catching sparks. This is the worst time of working, when her mind fails to make connections and doesn't take things into account. Times… Continue reading Theorizing

Of Food and People I Sing

Once upon a time, I came to a thought. People are like food. I don't mean this in the vampire way, or cannibal. I mean you can compare people to the type of food you put on your plate. I was going to think about it according to the four food groups, but I decided… Continue reading Of Food and People I Sing