He is talking to his friends. “Yeah, we went to see a movie.” We didn’t know what to say to each other, so we went somewhere we wouldn’t have to talk. Or even look each other in the eye. I’m bad at making conversation when I don’t know someone very well. Even when I do … Continue reading Friends
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Héan
“Héan?” Reid whispered into the darkness. “Héan, are you there?” “I am always here, Reid.” Hèan’s voice came from somewhere nearby. Reid’s ears could pinpoint the source. It seemed to be next to him, somehow coming from both his left and his right, but behind him, as well. “Oh. Good,” Reid said. He stared up … Continue reading Héan
Trio
Author's Note: This entry contains more mature themes and language than previous entries. This is fine, I thought in a panic. It’s fine. Everything’s fine and it’s going to turn out okay. “You mean you really didn’t know?” Devon exclaimed, leaning forward in his chair. I buried my face in my palms. Sheila had clearly … Continue reading Trio
The Yew, Part 2
The Yew, Part 1 “Where did that come from?” Rae whispered, too chilled to scream. “I don’t know,” Loren said. “There’s not as much as I thought, at first.” “It sure looks like a lot,” Rae said. She refused to pass the border into the room. Loren, however, approached the branch. “No, it’s just … Continue reading The Yew, Part 2
The Yew, Part 1
“My grandmother’s mom planted that tree, you know.” Herb gestured at the twisting trunk with his mottled hand. His other hand quavered on his his cane. Rae worried that he might fall on the uneven ground. The roots of the tree rippled up out of the earth all around it, like knucklebones poking out of … Continue reading The Yew, Part 1
Dear Deirdre
Dear Deirdre — I’m writing to you because I’m confused. I guess you already know that. People don’t write you when they have it all sorted, do they? Sorry. I’ve never written anything like this. I think that I might be a bad person. I told someone I love them and I don’t know if … Continue reading Dear Deirdre
Brothers in a Café
“Well?” Greg swung his jacket over the back of his chair. He sat down, but somehow he still projected just as much energy as he had when he was standing. Greg’s broad smile revealed teeth that shone bright, as though they had somehow caught and intensified the sunlight pouring in the café window. “Tell me … Continue reading Brothers in a Café
Daydreams 