Craig sat in a wooden chair at the kitchen table. In front of him, in the middle of the table, crackers and cubes of cheese sat in a white bowl, ready for Eva to snack on when she got back from school. From his vantage point, Craig could see the front door. Soon, it would … Continue reading Grades
Category: Fiction
Boulders
He pushed against the boulder, but he could not move it. No matter how hard he tried to, no matter how much strength he put behind it, the boulder remained with him everywhere he went, with him, yet unmoving. Someone came into his life. He asked Someone, “Can you help me move this boulder? I … Continue reading Boulders
Friends
He is talking to his friends. “Yeah, we went to see a movie.” We didn’t know what to say to each other, so we went somewhere we wouldn’t have to talk. Or even look each other in the eye. I’m bad at making conversation when I don’t know someone very well. Even when I do … Continue reading Friends
Beyond
It moved toward them, inexorably: blank and white, an end to their eyesight. They could not see or know beyond it. “What is it?” one asked, curious. Interested. “What is it?” another asked, afraid. Full of trepidation. “I don’t know,” said a third. “We should run,” said the fearful one. “It frightens me.” “We cannot … Continue reading Beyond
Others
Sometimes, we see a person in a single moment, and we know who they are. Belinda saw the young man on his phone, talking. She didn’t listen to what he said. She didn’t need to listen. There he was, walking swiftly through the door, paying her no mind. She didn’t matter to him. All he … Continue reading Others
Evondel’s Reply
This letter replies directly to the one seen yesterday in Alliance. Lady Qelenara, I’m not man who generally admits to his emotions. That being said, I must admit that every word I read from your previous communication distressed me further. It took me quite a while to formulate a response that my scribe deemed appropriate to … Continue reading Evondel’s Reply
Bloom
There was a flower in my yard which wouldn’t stop blooming. It grew straight up from the ground, like an arrow. I didn’t plant it. I didn’t recognize the variety, even. One stalk, one bloom, and leaves only around the base. It had a pink-red color to it, with heaps and heaps of petals. The … Continue reading Bloom
Trio
Author's Note: This entry contains more mature themes and language than previous entries. This is fine, I thought in a panic. It’s fine. Everything’s fine and it’s going to turn out okay. “You mean you really didn’t know?” Devon exclaimed, leaning forward in his chair. I buried my face in my palms. Sheila had clearly … Continue reading Trio
The Darkness
They can see the darkness, across the plain, moving toward them in defiance of the sun: a great wall, pure black, erasing everything in its wake as it travels. The sun shines bright from the other side of the world, only a quarter of its way through its trek across the sky, but no matter. … Continue reading The Darkness
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
Daydreams 