The lonely girls eats a cookie alone. Crumbs matter not at all for no one shall punish her. There is no priest here and certainly no sanctuary for playing in. He left to be an engineer of hierarchies. Continue reading Not your type of alone by Elisabeth Horan
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Girl in a Borrowed Cloak by Amanda Oosthuizen
She has fallen from the sky into this dark room where powdery graphite smudges her fingers, where the diamonds scattering the floor cut her feet. And outside the tide clock pounds. Continue reading Girl in a Borrowed Cloak by Amanda Oosthuizen
Long Before Twilight by James H Duncan
There were ghosts everywhere; I borrowed book after book from the library saying so, amazed and stunned that they kept this knowledge out in the open and available for anyone to read. Continue reading Long Before Twilight by James H Duncan
The Threshold by John Reinhart
You’re at The Threshold, standing before one hundred doors. All closed. Their faces the myriad faces of wood, of a forest, of the trees they were before. Continue reading The Threshold by John Reinhart
light holes by John Reinhart
There’s a hole with light streaming out of it. Somebody left the light on. Continue reading light holes by John Reinhart