Felix pulled himself from his cerulean pool, chlorine-soaked toes wriggling in the leafy turf. As he toweled off, he tilted his head skyward and soaked
Category: stories
stand-alone stories or poems
You try to hide your face behind those curly curtains of hair, caked with crusty ripples of blood, but you’re too clumsy; shrieking metal alligators
Black stitches of tree shrouded the sky, blanketing the forest in a meditative, balming darkness. All around, the air was cool and wet as Isol
Some people think the worst part of repeating the same day over and over is the monotony. The temporal confinement. The subtle ways you leave