I fell in love with a dream. He came to me in my sleep — or maybe I came to him; it’s hard to say. I can’t remember how the dream itself began, but if it shared the traits common amongst many of my other dreams, its beginning had little to do with the ending. … Continue reading Dream
Glass
When water fills a glass, and it fills that glass perfectly, with no air inside and the water is clear and still and the light is hitting the glass just right — is it not hard to see the water, and the fullness? It looks, from certain angles, as though the glass is empty: not … Continue reading Glass
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
Similar
Taraji paused with his hand on the cubicle curtain. Every time he entered the space created by it was more difficult than the last. By the staff’s accounts, this time his brother’s injury had been grim. Sonaji had lost two limb: he left leg, and his right arm. He would be waking up, soon, and … Continue reading Similar
Becoming, Part VI
Becoming, Part V Though I would never have admitted at the time — indeed, I may have lacked the capacity to even realize it — that encounter shook me. I was not bothered by the death, of course, having become quite accustomed to the spectacle over the years. No, what shook me was the fact … Continue reading Becoming, Part VI
The Inspector
“Inspector,” Torgald said, bowing respectfully. “I’m glad you could make it out today. “No you’re not,” the woman said. She had a severe cast to her face, with the sort of mouth you could tell at a glance was eternally downturned. Her clothes, wrapped tight around her body, looked as stiff and uncomfortable as her … Continue reading The Inspector
Favorite Days
My favorite days are not those which are filled with golden light, where the sun streams unhindered down from above through the lens of a sky the blue of a baby’s eye; where the grass seems to glow a vibrant green, and a faint breeze carries the scent of summer flowers in full bloom, and … Continue reading Favorite Days
Exploration: Tool
This references characters seen in White Marble and Cold Metal. Like them, it's not really a self-contained story so much as an exercise in thinking about a character. Regrets grow best by moonlight. For Leoth, this night held no exception. He had many in his life, now, that should have made him happy, and yet some small part … Continue reading Exploration: Tool
The Diamond Library II
The Diamond Library I Ley was not meant for this kind of work. After only two hours of her allotted time, she began to wonder why she had believed she could do this. She pushed on anyway. She was not a scholar. Her son was the scholar — she felt great pride at his achievements … Continue reading The Diamond Library II
The Diamond Library I
She came alone, for the very thought of anyone knowing she had come here of her own will brought great shame and fear down upon her. It wouldn’t matter to others how desperate she felt for the knowledge. It wouldn’t matter what the knowledge did to help or aid the world. She would be seen … Continue reading The Diamond Library I
Daydreams 