The speaker relishes nature and human connection…
Surrealist
The Step Calculator of Life
A whimsicial narrative of my life as my step count increases. Throughout my journey, I meet different parts of myself, from Curiosity to Shame. It’s a story of how these “people” have helped me grow.
The Boy West
Kym finds herself at a mysterious beach in her dreams. There’s a boy there, too; one she’s certain she’s seen before…
Rosie Without Jim
Rosie is the best man at his brother’s wedding, who is getting married to a woman Rosie is unwittingly infatuated with for being so similar to their mother.
We Slink into the Wilderness
This piece chronicles a drive upstate across the Taconic, feeling each bend in the road, looking for familiar trees out of my window.
Light-bulb
Note: Even if you’re like me and prefer to read the ending first, surprise! There’s no ending and you’ll still be as curious as when you started.
To What Has Become
Years pass, cycles break, moments shift, but things remain.
LOST
As your voice fumbles, I look into your eyes, to never look back. You are shaking—or should I say trembling.
Behind doors are secrets (to discover or not)
A liminal space I found in my school, and what I left there.
And Here I Breathe
Despite everything, time continues to tick on. Eventually, everyone’s hourglass runs out of sand, and we run out of time.
Intangible Things, an Excerpt
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.
The Dinner with Van Gogh
A young girl goes to dinner with the ghost of a famous painter, Vincent van Gogh, in a lake.
With Rounded Edges
“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.
Berlin, eternally
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.
A Gathering Storm
I wrote this piece as a 200-word exercise but ended up liking it enough to continue it. Like it or not, here goes…