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“Where is here?” Rusty grinned, nodded, and then licked the end of his nose with his tongue. “Here is a place where the likes of us end up—the lonely souls who don’t belong. I was once like you. Out of place and out of time, my days spent drifting around not knowing where to go. Read more
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Originally posted on Sudden Denouement Collective: We’ve been through the same routine, you and I: me, coming home in a prescription haze with slurry speech and a numbing nonchalance, and you, broken and infuriated to see me ‘waste my life away.’ But what’s there to ‘waste away?’ Hasn’t life heaped piles and piles of sorrow… Read more
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Sniffing the night air, Rusty nodded to himself before snorting steam through his nostrils. “And just what is this dance of life?” I asked. Grinning, he bowed his head so his nose touched the scattered leaves on the ground. “It’s the very place you’ve been looking for.” “I wasn’t aware that I was ever looking Read more
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The moon was big, bony and cold yet warm and brilliant. It shimmered like a reflection, and in the forest below that hummed and sang, the music continued to call my name. Yet not just my name, but the names of many. I couldn’t put a face to any of them save for one—the one Read more
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Those several weeks passed in a blur, and soon enough the weeks turned into months and the months became years. Sometimes, she felt better. Other times, she slipped back into those black moods where nothing could touch her at all, only she never felt so bad that she looked for another way out. Not again. She Read more
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Originally posted on Jayne.press: The twigs snap and the leaves crackle beneath me This is where I recharge and reboot I don’t always wish to be there but it’s where I end up Beneath the breathing branches and budding leaves ? -Saschia Johnson ? Don’t stop here keep reading… Returning Read more
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A.R. Minhas I’m unable to avoid the sharp corners of my mind. Brain filled with endorphins. “I’m reliving my childhood.” Mango trees, Plucked from the earth Sweetness of lips Honey drips down your thighs Patterns on your nail polish swirl and I know I exist. Your heart exhales And I feel my stomach knot like Read more
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Under George’s instructions, the magpies flew from the bathroom. When they returned shortly after, between their beaks, they clutched a blanket retrieved from X’s bed. Letting it fall as they hovered in the air, it covered her naked body and helped take the bite out of her shivers. The tears were still flowing, yet unlike Read more
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In anticipation of signs of life, the animals crept closer, then closer still. From outside, the birds in the trees were singing, and the breeze from the wind carried their songs for miles around. All over town, you could hear them, and although most didn’t, those with an ear for delicate wonders smiled to themselves Read more
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The steam shimmered and sang, dancing in the air like a feverish child. One by one the animals opened their eyes, and together they saw it spinning above X’s body like a mini tornado. George was the last to catch sight of it. Adjusting himself to the warm sunshine that filled the bathroom, he felt Read more
Author S. K. Nicholas 