I’ve been writing stories since I was little. I wrote my first skit when I was 9 and I haven’t quite kicked the habit!
I’ve been writing stories since I was little. I wrote my first skit when I was 9 and I haven’t quite kicked the habit!
The fish was floating a few inches above my bathroom countertop. She was my fish, that was understood in the dream logic of it, but my fish wasn’t a calico koi betta. The reached out my hand toward the fish and it fell onto the countertop gasping. I grabbed the nearest container, filled it with water and tried to scoop the fish into it. Before I could get it back into the water it rose and began t...
The crackling of fire transmuted into a hiss of dying embers with the toss of a bucket of water. The ears flicking out of the water, way back in the reeds, didn’t miss the sound. The merry band was winding down for the night, most of their whiskey drunk.
As their chuckles faded and snores grew the ears moved closer, rippling the deep reflected starry night. A head slowly emerged from the water, n...
“Tonight is the night” Rose said, taking a deep breath. “I’m going to tell Daniel.”
Daisy quivered with trepidation.
Jasmine lounged with indifference.
Ivy nodded gently side to side with a look that said she didn’t think it was much of a good idea. The row of succulents kept their own counsel. They were probably asleep.
“Oh, come on,” Rose was exasperated with her garden now. “We’ve been going o...
She lies there, cold and lifeless on the floor,
Sweet heart all Bathed in Motley stained glass Light,
In Broken pieces to beat Nevermore.
Without Body this Heart. Oh! Grisly sight!
And pinned by sword of some Deranged mad Knight.
Nor far, in River, heartless Maiden found.
Sweet May, we will find them. In Peace rest sound....
“Oh, Viv! Viv! He’s got another one!”
“Stop shaking me, Celeste, I’ll fall!”
“Then you’ll fly! C’mon Viv! Check this out!”
Viv sighed and stretched her wings over her head toward the faraway ground with a yawn. She wrapped herself up and tipped her head back to peer through the old bubbly window of the gothic castle.
“My sight is growing more bat like every night,” Celeste complained. “You’ll have...
I pulled the drawer of Ryan’s desk open so hard it came off the tracks. Journals, cards, pens and tickets from shows and museums spilled onto the floor. I got down on my knees and started to systematically comb through the papers. I picked up a journal and skimmed the few entires in it. Most of the pages were blank. Ryan always had trouble finishing what he’d started. Nothing related to what Ryan ...
“I think I just met the happiest person in the world!” Jenny sighed happily as she sank into her galaxy patterned bean bag. I picked at the fuchsia shag rug under us in nervous anticipation.
“Who?”
“Benjamin.”
“Benjamin who?”
“I can’t remember his last name,” Jenny said dreamily, staring up at a mobil of the planets. “You know him though, the guy who wears all black.”
“Benny the Goon?!” I squ...