The Other Kids

My mother used to walk to school when she was in elementary. I would never let my kids do that, not these days, but her mom thought it was safe. At first. My mom didn’t let me walk to school, either, but for completely different reasons. I asked her why, in elementary school, and all … Continue reading The Other Kids →

Painting

“Sylvia?” “Just a minute. I’m almost at a place where I can stop.” “Okay, well, I’m ready to go.” “Oh.” “Tom and Corey are waiting.” “I know. I just... I feel like if I leave now, I’m going to lose my rhythm.” “We told them we’d be there ten minutes ago. We’re already late.” “We … Continue reading Painting →

Mirrors

I get weird thoughts in my head, sometimes, as I’m lying in bed at night trying to fall asleep, or when I’m in the shower, with the warm water falling over me, and it feels like time has stopped just for a short time, giving me a chance to just absorb and contemplate. One of … Continue reading Mirrors →

Cyrène

The knock at the door startled Leoth. He jumped. It was not an inherently frightening sound, and he was not one to be easily frightened, but people rarely, if ever, came knocking at their door. People almost never came knocking bearing pleasant tidings. People didn’t come this late at night, either. Baruch lifted his head … Continue reading Cyrène →

A Good Day

On April 28th, 2017, Jerry Wilkinson had a good day. This may sound insignificant, but to him, it was not. It was the first time he remembered having and actual good day in a least seven years. Jerry did not think of himself as an unhappy man, but he was not a happy one. When … Continue reading A Good Day →

To Be Happy

This is Callan’s house, and Niall does not live here, but by the way Niall commits himself to washing the dishes, you would not guess it. There is silence between the two for now, though Niall’s stiff, straight back and the angry vigor with which he scrubs the dishes, when paired with the defeated … Continue reading To Be Happy →

Becoming, Part XII

First Entry: Becoming, Part I Latest Entry: Becoming, Part XI The humans removed me from the village. Perhaps this should not have surprised me, but it did, at the time. Rystala stormed off after my proclamation, but I simply sat and waited for her, expecting that, as this was her home, she would be forced to return … Continue reading Becoming, Part XII →

Time Wasted

Yesterday, I sat down to each lunch after I finished writing for today. Today, I realized that I never came back and posted what I had written! Oops! Here's yesterday's post. From the fourth grade onward — or perhaps from a bit earlier than that; her younger years tended to blur together in her memory … Continue reading Time Wasted →

Some People Think

Some people think, “Life is accomplishment.” They set goals, and they either strive toward them, or they don’t — They either reach them, having striven or not, or they don’t. When they win, they think, “I am worthwhile.” When they lose, they think, “I am worthless,” or, for a lucky few, “I will win next … Continue reading Some People Think →

First Flight

The first time Avery flew was in the dead dark of a winter night, while his mother and a good portion of the city were fast asleep in their warm beds. Trembling with the fear that his mother might awaken to discover him preparing to leave — or worse, that she would be awake when … Continue reading First Flight →