Grit

I’m tired. It spreads through me like ice, Like fire. From the tips of my fingers to the Odd, Strange numbness At the tip of my nose. And on nights like this I want to stop. Curl up in bed, and sleep. But a voice persists, in the back of my mind. “You’ve been through … Continue reading Grit →

~One

If I’m starting at the beginning- and, after all, all good stories start from the beginning- then this story begins with a funeral.

Vox Censuram

If you don't grow, you die.

Justice

Just a scratch.

Of Childhood and Chilis

It was a bright, hot day in August. The sun was shining, the birds were singing and our fathers were outside- cursing violently at the cherry tree. I was sitting at my family’s dining table with Jack, my friend and neighbour, the two of us conversing with the blistering wisdom unique to nine year olds. … Continue reading Of Childhood and Chilis →

the watcher’s lament

world-war-woe weary; heavy with life

untitled, but prompted

tongues of flickering flame that devour the darkened blue-veined ebony wood

the story of Clarke, part 2

‘You’d think,’Anthony thought to himself, ‘that the news of a superpowered, radioactive monster destroying a multi-billion dollar campus would draw a little more interest.’

Centrolenidae (or the story of Clarke, part 1)

I was going to make the grant committees rue the day that they rejected my proposals, was going to make the Ivy League wish that they had accepted me for my undergraduate. I was going to be a supervillain, dammit, and I would be feared by all.

Ariadne

It was the first week of fifth grade- the sun was shining down, bringing with it the last remnants of that summer’s blistering heat. The playground gleamed in the distance, now abandoned for lessons and learning. A fat black crow was perched on the tetherball pole, regarding us with no small amount of greed, its beady eyes scanning our small forms for any food or sparkling trinkets. It was the first week of fifth grade, and I was standing single file with my classmates- many strange, a few strangers- facing the sprawling Orchard at the edge of the school grounds.