It’s easy to match a face to a name when you’ve stolen advanced technology from the government.
And so they know, they know, they know.
Running on more adrenaline and fear than I’ve ever known before, I race to the one place meant to be safe. For me. For my identity. For the portion of my life that matters more than anything.
It’s an odd feeling, watching as someone is engulfed by fear and paranoia. It’s a terrible feeling knowing they fell victim to the hungry stomach of these beasts entirely. My brother, Jeremiah, is the one I allowed to be swallowed.
It started with a slightly concerned comment, “I think someone was watching me while I walked home today.” I only half-listened as he described the skin-crawling sens...
In a world filled with colour, I see none. Trees said to be red and green are seen by me in varying shades of grey. The sky a pale grey that I’ve been told should be blue. Clouds are perhaps one of the only things that I see in their true shade.
It’s strange hearing people talk about their favourite colours when I’ve never known what those colours look like. When I’ve been asked I simply said gr...
In the beginning, when the lockdown had been newly implemented, life had been quiet. As the weather began to warm, I began to spend more time outside on my back deck. In the early hours of the morning, I often drink tea and scroll through social media on my laptop. For a while my only company was the birds.
On one such occasion, as I sat drinking my tea, I heard the sound of a slamming door. The...
It’s funny, how I miss something I’ve never known. Similar to the way people mourn unrequited love. Nothing is between the two people, a one sided tragedy of sorts, yet the thought of what could be creates the feeling of sorrow. Instead, For many years, I lay trapped inside my mind wondering why I’d been cursed of my sight.
I’ve heard the sky is blue and the grass is green. I’ve heard of oceans ...
Freedom is a funny thing. It’s the wind dancing with my hair and the leaves dancing with the wind. The smell of fresh rain as it falls from the clouds. There is freedom in the little choices you make that don’t hold any huge significance to life. And if I had the choice, I’d fly away with the birds.
Birds are the embodiment of freedom. They get to fly when they wish and rest when they get tired....