She doesn’t belong here. She’s dressed the part, wearing the necklace her mother gave her for christmas, and a chunky silver bracelet, and a knee-length black dress with a white jacket to cover her shoulders. She doesn’t look out of place, not in that sense; even her hair is done up nicely, with a braid … Continue reading Move
Tag: Short Fiction
The Tree at the Center
There was a flower Rana liked, and so she built her life around it. At first she only spent time beneath its boughs, enjoying their shade in the summer, and their fruit in the spring, and the lovely color that blessed their leaves in the fall. She could sit beneath the tree for hours, listening … Continue reading The Tree at the Center
Goodbye, Alphi
“Hello, Rae.” Rae’s eyes fluttered, unable to focus. All she saw was a washed-out grey that her brain refused to interpret as either light or dark. Her body felt light and airy, as her head had felt at times when she went too long without eating. She had the feeling that, if she just let … Continue reading Goodbye, Alphi
No Fear
Holland made the clothes he wore that day. He made his own pants and shirt. He didn’t need to. His parents make enough money to buy him fresh clothes. For his birthday, he made a request. He asked for a sewing machine and for the materials he had dreamed about. He had the idea in … Continue reading No Fear
Dress
She bought a dress to wear, in his favorite color — but she wore it only once.
Teacher, Teacher, Teacher Pt. 1
Everything Has a Cost, To Bring Silence, and Philosophical Metrics, Pt. 1 and Pt. 2 all feature Evran and Gleam. This story follows events seen in Abandon. "Teacher, Teacher, Teacher," Evran said, his foot bouncing jovially. He steepled his fingers, tapping their tips together as he had seen villains do in stage plays. "What a profound mess you've made of … Continue reading Teacher, Teacher, Teacher Pt. 1
A Letter from Rin
As a sort-of followup to yesterday's entry, here's a potential letter from Rin that may appear later. Tomás, My letters have always been important to me. They’re a part of who I am. They’re a part of my self-definition: I, Rin, have beautiful handwriting. That’s a fact that I accept about myself now, because I … Continue reading A Letter from Rin
Responsible
Today's entry is short, but it touches on delicate material. There is something she talks about to no-one. It is a thing that she did, or — a thing which was done to her. She makes no distinction between the two, most days. When she does, it is her who is responsible for the action. … Continue reading Responsible
Incomplete
Junette felt incomplete, as though there was a large piece missing right out of the center of her that had never filled in as she had formed within her mother’s womb. It was not painful, not like a cut or burn or abrasion, but it was uncomfortable, like when something’s pressing on your chest and … Continue reading Incomplete
No Word for Goodbye
In a public space, like this café, there was no real privacy. At any moment a person that they didn’t know could view them, sitting there together, sharing their time. If someone made the effort, he could lean over and hear the contents of their conversation. Yet of course nobody did: their conversation wasn’t that … Continue reading No Word for Goodbye
Daydreams 