There came a point along their path when it split into two. There was no telling, from where the path forked, where either side might lead, and so there was little too guide them in their choice. Nevertheless, they did not truly discuss it, not aloud. They simply chose one side and continued on their … Continue reading The Paths
Category: Fiction
Sienna in a Coffee Shop
The barista smiled at Sienna as she took her cup of coffee. She smiled back, though it didn’t feel genuine. She was not unhappy, not exactly, but it took effort to bring that smile to the surface. A maelstrom of emotions swirled around her heart, making it difficult to focus on the present. Sienna took … Continue reading Sienna in a Coffee Shop
A Face They Never Knew
Maybe it wasn’t a real betrayal, but it certainly felt like one at the time. I suppose, if I force myself to be accurate and I think about it from their side, I have to admit that it’s unlikely they intended to even hurt me, let alone inflict on me such feelings of hurt and … Continue reading A Face They Never Knew
Niqa’s Longing
Niqa longed for home more frequently and with greater intensity than she desired anything else. She didn’t understand her longing, either, for even when she was within the walls of her house, curled in her bed, she found herself pining for home. It came as an ache in her chest, a tired, hollow feeling that … Continue reading Niqa’s Longing
An Excerpt from Letters, or “After Her”
Tomás, By now you know that I have taken my own life. At least, I hope you know. It would be quite awkward if this letter arrived before I had a chance to carry out my intentions. I don’t foresee that happening, though. When I’m done with everything I want to write, I’m going to … Continue reading An Excerpt from Letters, or “After Her”
Dinner with Rin
Tomás reached the door first. He held it open for Birch, an action which had, over the years, lost all significance when applied to anyone else. Holding the door for someone had just become a social necessity, something Tomás did out of habit rather than through any true desire to be kind or helpful. Yet … Continue reading Dinner with Rin
Mistaken Love
Twice in my life, I have mistaken one type of love for another. The first time happened in the eighth grade with a girl named Rose. I met her in the sixth grade, where we quickly became inseparable friends. We spent entire days on the weekends at each other’s houses. In the summertime, if we … Continue reading Mistaken Love
Ballet
Over the years, I’ve learned how to respond when something bad happens. Some people break down and cry, some softly, some so hard they can hardly speak. Some people curl up in bed and lose the ability to function for a few days. Some people get angry, and they punch something or someone. Some people … Continue reading Ballet
The Call
Melinda dropped her armload of groceries onto the counter with a thud. She had brought them all inside in one trip, because who makes more than one trip when you can just overload your body completely and carry every all at the same time? But also because she hoped that Izak would see her struggling … Continue reading The Call
Islands
Every year, a little bit more of their island disappeared into the sea. Maybe the foundations sank away. Maybe the water level rose. They did not seek the cause. They saw only the consequences: what they had long called home shrank and dwindled with the passage of time. Their children said, “We are scared. The … Continue reading Islands
Daydreams 