Tomás, By now you know that I have taken my own life. At least, I hope you know. It would be quite awkward if this letter arrived before I had a chance to carry out my intentions. I don’t foresee that happening, though. When I’m done with everything I want to write, I’m going to … Continue reading An Excerpt from Letters, or “After Her”
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The Sword
Human memory is impressively, frustratingly, and enticingly fallible. Have you ever stopped to consider just how long a human memory lasts untarnished? It doesn’t. The instant the memory is formed, it’s imperfect. You can place two humans together in the exact same situation, then ask them about it afterward, and both of them will present … Continue reading The Sword
Two Men Sit on a Bench
“Do you ever feel like we don’t really exist?” Two men sit on a bench in the park at the end of the street, sharing a bottle between them. To their left, a tree blooms full with vibrant pink blossoms. On their right, the leaves of another tree have gone yellow. They fall to the … Continue reading Two Men Sit on a Bench
Philosophical Metrics, Pt. 2
Everything Has a Cost To Bring Silence Philosophical Metrics, Pt. 1 The staff at the hospital had performed admirably in the preparations for Evran. For one thing, the Head Medician had not only found two patients perfect for Evran’s study — Qen, and the comatose man whose energies Evran would use — he had contacted … Continue reading Philosophical Metrics, Pt. 2
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
History
What follows is not a myth, though it has echoes of those you may have heard from cultures that predated our own. There are those among us who claim that it is myth; there are those who wish that it was; and there are those who believe that, if our society admitted the truth, chaos … Continue reading History
Ballet
Over the years, I’ve learned how to respond when something bad happens. Some people break down and cry, some softly, some so hard they can hardly speak. Some people curl up in bed and lose the ability to function for a few days. Some people get angry, and they punch something or someone. Some people … Continue reading Ballet
The Call
Melinda dropped her armload of groceries onto the counter with a thud. She had brought them all inside in one trip, because who makes more than one trip when you can just overload your body completely and carry every all at the same time? But also because she hoped that Izak would see her struggling … Continue reading The Call
Becoming, Part III
Becoming, Part II The first thing I did was begin to circulate nutrients through the eye to keep it alive and functioning. I didn’t know the scientific terms for what I was doing, nor did I realize how complex and impressive my own actions were. I knew only what I had gleaned from my years … Continue reading Becoming, Part III
Islands
Every year, a little bit more of their island disappeared into the sea. Maybe the foundations sank away. Maybe the water level rose. They did not seek the cause. They saw only the consequences: what they had long called home shrank and dwindled with the passage of time. Their children said, “We are scared. The … Continue reading Islands
Daydreams 