“Did we do the right thing?” Telal asks He has no real reason to visit me, other than to ask her that question. I haven’t seen him at all for the past week. I suspect he has been avoiding me. I certainly haven’t sought him out. He has no reason to be awake this early, … Continue reading How Do You Know?
Tag: daydreams
Everything Around Him
There are days when he awakens where everything around him is a blank grey-white, where it seems he is lost in some vast infinite space full of nothing but emptiness. On those days he has to fight to get moving, for it always seems, before he starts, that there is nothing to move toward: that … Continue reading Everything Around Him
Loop, Part 5
To begin this sequence: Trapped, Part 1 Preceding entry: Loop, Part 4 Jake slid forward, gliding in a crouch across the rooftop on almost pure blue paint. He used his brush, with green paint at the end, to propel him forward, as though he was rowing a boat. He had to move with utmost silence in … Continue reading Loop, Part 5
Dry
Craig’s hands had been hard and rough for years. He had grown accustomed to it, and simply accepted it as a product of his life and work. In the winter, they grew even rougher, for the cold, dry air siphoned the moisture from them. Sometimes — often, in fact — they grew so dry that … Continue reading Dry
The Death of Language
In the year that would later come to be known as 0 N.D. by historians, a sequence of events occured, the repercussions of which were experienced worldwide. These events had a lasting impact on the history of the world. As such, it has been studied exclusively not only by historians, but by anthropologists, arcanologists, sociologists, … Continue reading The Death of Language
The Sewers
This immediately follows Toward the City. I originally meant to publish it the next day, but somehow I managed to forget. I have no cloth to cover my face, and Garth doesn’t provide me with one. The smell is unpleasant, to say the least. I bring my hood around my face and breath through that. … Continue reading The Sewers
The Paths
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
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
Bull
“Hey Ty, did you hear about Margot?” I was a bit taken aback by Stephanie’s first words of the morning. Usually they’re something along the lines of “Hello” or “Good morning.” To be accosted by new words on a Tuesday morning, a time I’ve spent years developing into a perfect routine, threw me slightly off … Continue reading Bull
New Person
She said, "I'm going to be a new person." So she dyed her hair grey, and she painted her lips violet. She put her sweaters and jeans away, and bought dresses — She pierced her eyes and her eyebrow and her upper lip, just on one side. She threw away her flats and bought heals, … Continue reading New Person
Daydreams 