Mother Earth and Father Ceiling

There was a time, they say, when Mother Earth and Father Ceiling held each other in a tight embrace. They loved each other so that they stayed pressed together, face to face, with only the smallest space between them. Times were hard, then, for our ancestors. They crawled on their bellies between Mother and Father. … Continue reading Mother Earth and Father Ceiling →

The Yew, Part 2

The Yew, Part 1 “Where did that come from?” Rae whispered, too chilled to scream. “I don’t know,” Loren said. “There’s not as much as I thought, at first.” “It sure looks like a lot,” Rae said. She refused to pass the border into the room. Loren, however, approached the branch. “No, it’s just … Continue reading The Yew, Part 2 →

Her Fight With the Floor

The floor began the war with a small blemish in the northeast corner of the kitchen. Just a small discoloration of the white linoleum floor that no one in the family but she, Annette, would notice. And she did notice that small stain, ambiguously between red and yellow, but not orange. It looked like a … Continue reading Her Fight With the Floor →

A Regrettable Delay

Friends and companions, The Yew Tree became a story in two parts on accident, just as Trapped did before it. It grew outside of the bounds of the time limits I set myself to write. I intended to finish writing it yesterday so that it could conclude today, but unfortunately, I was quite unwell yesterday … Continue reading A Regrettable Delay →

The Yew, Part 1

“My grandmother’s mom planted that tree, you know.” Herb gestured at the twisting trunk with his mottled hand. His other hand quavered on his his cane. Rae worried that he might fall on the uneven ground. The roots of the tree rippled up out of the earth all around it, like knucklebones poking out of … Continue reading The Yew, Part 1 →

In the Glade

“Where are we going?” Ora asked. Raj detected a hint of curiosity in her voice alongside another, stronger tone, one that said, I think I know the answer to this question, but I’m not certain enough to say it out loud. “You’ll see,” Raj said. He knew she had to have guessed. They had not … Continue reading In the Glade →

Trapped, Part 3

Trapped, Part 1 Trapped, Part 2 Bastian spared a glance back at Celia as he moved. Her frustration was clear, not just upon her face, but by the agitated movements of her hair. It buzzed about her head like a nest of swarming bees. He felt glad she hadn’t given up. He was grateful, … Continue reading Trapped, Part 3 →

No Post on Sundays

In continuation of my now established pattern, there will be no post today. The conclusion (for now) to the Trapped series will be arriving Monday. Trapped, Part 1 Trapped, Part 2

Into Goodness

It began with simple mistakes: Andy couldn’t find his keys one day, or he missed an appointment he had scheduled because he forgot to write it down, or he came home from the grocery store with completely different stuff from what Mel had asked him to retrieve. Then it got worse. Andy couldn’t remember … Continue reading Into Goodness →

Dear Deirdre

Dear Deirdre — I’m writing to you because I’m confused. I guess you already know that. People don’t write you when they have it all sorted, do they? Sorry. I’ve never written anything like this. I think that I might be a bad person. I told someone I love them and I don’t know if … Continue reading Dear Deirdre →