“And she’s beautiful. But like the sun. Everyone always says how pretty the moon is because it lights up the darkness, but without the sun, the moon wouldn’t even exist, you know?” I did. He just didn’t know quite how much. “I probably sound so dumb right now,” his cheeks flush. He brings his … More Heroine
I can’t recall the exact moment it happened. It didn’t happen overnight, I don’t think. Paris. Paris had been my idea apparently. This, too, I couldn’t recall. I had grown tired. Tired of trying. Trying to communicate in a foreign language; tired of living out of a backpack; tired of not knowing if we … More Dreamer
With my fingers still sticky from the caramel sweets softened by the afternoon sun, I wander home. Perhaps one cannot really wander if you have a destination in mind, but wonder nevertheless I do. My skin is tacky and covered with a layer of salt, drawn from the ocean air. I detest this part … More Wander
A Short Story Sleep is like a mortal’s version of time travel. The hours speed by when you’re unconscious, but the slightest hint of insomnia, and it feels like the clock has stopped. I think of Her on nights like these. I wonder if Her infinite sleep means anything. Does She feel it, too? … More Insomnia.
Her hair, long and hazel, carries the ocean itself. Each strand is coated in its salty body. Crystal clear droplets cling to her sunbaked skin because even the sea did not want to part with her. She glimmers in the warm, afternoon sun, reminding me of a diamond; precious, pure and absolutely beautiful. 10/02/17 … More Diamond.
The boy sitting next to her on the warm, sun-baked tiles was already so much more than she could ever be. Life had bumped, bruised and battered him, but it molded him into this infinite human being. She was certain that even if she were to spend the rest of her life with him, she … More “That night, she said nothing…”
“I’m afraid,” she whispered in the dim, yellow light which warmly lit our fortress. These words, only ever spoken to my best friend, were absorbed by the sheets that protected us, silenced to the world, never to be repeated. We felt completely safe in this feeble structure because we knew even if fire rained from … More “I’m afraid I’ll never fall in love.”