“Teri.” That name, more than any other, is not normally hard to speak. Justine’s connection to Teri is deep and full of history. Justine does not like people, and she doesn’t often speak to them or let them into their lives. Teri is an exception, but this utterance is different. Behind it, days of thoughts … Continue reading Question
Tag: Web Fiction
Ocean
Have you heard about the boy who went down to the ocean? They say he never came back. He went down to see the beach, and to dip his toes in the water. He told his momma he wanted to see what it was like. Well, he went down there, and she never saw him … Continue reading Ocean
Forgotten
Nobody remembers me. I don’t mean that people who once knew me have forgotten me. It’s worse than that. I mean that people can’t form memories of me. I just exist at the edge of everyone’s attention, never noticed or remembered or thought about beyond a fleeting glimpse of awareness. My mother probably doesn’t even … Continue reading Forgotten
The Worst Thing
I once asked my close friends, “What’s the worst thing that has ever happened to you?” Florence, who has the blondest hair I have ever seen glint in the sunlight, said, “Oh my gosh! I had just gotten to school, right? With my Eggnog Latte, because you know I have to get every seasonal latte. … Continue reading The Worst Thing
The Woman in the Sky
He couldn’t stop after just one flight. He knew he should have, just as he knew, if he wanted to keep himself concealed, that he should never have taken that first flight. Using his Talent, though — truly using it — had become something like an addiction. He felt like someone who’d been bound to … Continue reading The Woman in the Sky
Move
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
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
