“Focus. You can do it.” The course lay before him, illuminated brighter and whiter than day by the spotlights surrounding it. He could barely see the audience, though light fell upon them, too, since the cameras filmed them when the runners weren’t in action. All he could see was the course, and that should have … Continue reading Pressure
I wrote this as a sort of exploration of a character from a longer work, "Letters." I've posted some excerpts from it on this blog: An Excerpt from Letters, or “After Her”; A Second Excerpt from “Letters”; “Letters,” A Third Excerpt. I'm not sure if this is strictly canon, but it's something close. I met Rin’s husband today. … Continue reading An Entry from Birch’s Journal
It's time for band camp! I've been an instructor at the same band camp for... eight years, now? Wow! Well, this week I'll be pretty busy from morning until night, so regular posting probably won't resume until next Monday. If I make any posts, they're likely to be very short. Have a nice week, everyone. … Continue reading Band Camp!
My grandmother had beautiful hair. It grew in full, thick, and luscious up until the day she passed away. In the daylight, it gleamed with its own solid radiance, pure white in contrast to the sun’s golden hue. At night, under the stars and the moon, it glimmered with coruscating points of light ranging from … Continue reading The Cairn in the Woods
Lana appreciates her happiness. She knows most people like to be happy, but sometimes she doesn’t feel like they truly realize the extent to which happiness is important in life. She watches her friends pursue other things so actively that she wonders whether happiness actually matters to them at all. She worries that they won’t … Continue reading Questions
He wondered, "Why can't I be as good as her?" She seemed faster, stronger, smarter, nicer, more skillful — Better. He didn't account for the good inside himself, because it seemed less-good than hers. He didn't even see his good, because hers seemed better, and so he saw himself as not-good. As bad, because he … Continue reading As Good
Emarta wrung her hands. She was nervous, and deservedly so, but Cyrène felt oddly calm. This still felt like her room, even if she knew it wasn’t anymore. She wondered if it ever had been, or if she should have felt like it was her mother’s space that she had just been permitted to live … Continue reading Goodbye, Emarta