Oko loved video games, but video games did not love him back. That’s how he thought of it. He didn’t mean it in the literal way, of course. He knew that video games didn’t have emotions, and that their developers didn’t spare any thoughts for him, particularly, outside of the rest of their consumer base. … Continue reading Meant to Be
Wilby liked to give. All through his life, he gave to others: Little by little, or lot by lot. But sending things out, without more coming in, leaves a person empty. People did not like to give to Wilby. They didn't give to him, first, or give back to him, after. He didn’t mind — … Continue reading Wilby
In movies and shows and books and such, it’s a common theme for a character to have a recurring dream. I feel like we often see that dream repeat exactly as it did before, with maybe a slight variation to account for a change in the character’s psyche or circumstance, or as part of a … Continue reading My Dreams
Camille, Pt. 1 Camille, Pt. 2 Camille began to walk. She squinted up toward the canopy, trying to get her eyes to focus well enough on the trees high above her to discern her orientation. The world looked so different from this angle. All she had was the border between clearing and wood to try … Continue reading Camille, Pt. 3
My deepest apologies, readers, but I've spent the morning packing and cleaning to prepare for a getaway with my husband, and I haven't been able to finish my entry for today. Please look for the next entry on Monday.
Camille, Pt. 1 I originally meant to finish this today before work, but I don't think I'm going to quite get there in time, so I'll cut it short for today. I hope for the conclusion to come tomorrow. The light of consciousness came back to her, slowly, and with the realization that at least … Continue reading Camille, Pt. 2
Camille escaped, for a time. She stepped out of the back door of her house and onto her family’s wooden porch. Oscar, her brown-and white cat, nudged past her. He pressed against her legs for a moment, looking up with her in silent expectation. She bent her legs to reach down and scratch his head. … Continue reading Camille, Pt. 1