Despite everything, time continues to tick on. Eventually, everyone’s hourglass runs out of sand, and we run out of time.
Sybil was waiting on the train platform absentmindedly during her morning commute. Then she fell onto the tracks. When she awakens alone in the hospital, she finds her injured body and soul split apart.
A young girl goes to dinner with the ghost of a famous painter, Vincent van Gogh, in a lake.
“With Rounded Edges” is a piece made to encapture the childlike, nostalgic feeling of the most simplistic version of love. This excerpt is the end of the story, leaving an open-ended finish that encourages the reader to continue the story of Paige and Amara on their own.
Despite dating back to the thirteenth century, Berlin is such a mysteriously modern place. It was destroyed by bombs. And so, in the city, you feel the weight of these ghosts. Their blood suspended in the air: an anti-war cry. An anthem. A glimmer of hope.
In correlation with the theme, this piece was written to show the roles women are often desired to play and to be in.
I wrote this piece as a 200-word exercise but ended up liking it enough to continue it. Like it or not, here goes…