I cry about you like that these days. I love you, and I cry about you. Don’t feel bad, though. Anything is worth your love.
All in Fiction
The Witch Hunter
“Among the cloaked figures, a woman throws kindling at the feet of an old crone tied to the stake. A faceless Witch-Hunter, she averts her eyes from the accusatory glares, soundlessly delivers the final rites.”
Walls need friends too
“Life was quite lonely at first as a wall. Sure, I was accompanied by the specks of dust that hung tightly onto the little mishaps in the paint job, but it wasn't much. They never said anything to me, only focused on tightly holding onto me so that they wouldn't fall down to the floor. I can't quite tell how long I lived like this, nor do I really want to remember it in the first place. You know how awfully lonely being lonely can get, don't you?”
April
Spring has arrived at last. This winter was longer than those of years long past. This winter was cold and dark. I was alone. I was afraid. But not to worry, spring is here, winter is over. Oh, maybe this year I’ll find a four leaf clover, my dear.
The Worst Unimaginable
Are you in the mood for a short piece of fiction, that’s utterly sarcastic and witty at times? The Worst Unimaginable is a stream of consciousness and semi-narrative palimpsest that will keep you quite entertained.
Bloodnews
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Freedom
She could hear the whistles of the trains coming and going, but the deafening roar of a crowd had not reached her yet. The crisp air around her smelled like the looming winter, but that did not matter to her anymore. She was free at last.
After Everything
It’s a weird era to live in. When the last pandemic hit a few generations ago, everything changed. Of course, this is not in any of the history books. We only hear whispers of the days we cannot even begin to imagine. My grandmother used to tell me how her mother lived quite a different life.
Esther
Esther was never one to pay attention. Always the wanderer, Charles would say. As the two sat in the drawing room on their red velvet chairs, facing the fireplace with its elaborate mantelpiece, he occasionally noticed Esther glance at her Hamilton diamond watch, but not for the sake of admiration.
Duality
If not for the lack of blandness, oat meal would be OK. I think that’s probably why people use toppings; berries, yoghurt, sugar, and cinnamon. Seems like self delusion to me but what do I care. Healthy…unhealthy, doesn’t make much of a difference once we get to splitting hairs.