The Memorist looked tired; exhausted even. It was an exhausting thing she did for people, taking on their memories.Read More Micro Fiction – The Memorist
Joanie watched as the thick, white liquid spread across the table. The shards of glass glistened, peeking through a little.Read More Micro Fiction – The Big Spill
The Rain had begun on the first day of her Reign.Read More Narrative Poem – The Tale of the Tail
“Mommy? Why did you give me such a sad name?” Rain asked.Read More Micro Fiction – Rain
I’ve had the privilege of having a poem and a drabble published in The Sirens Call eZine Issue #41 – Halloween Screams and Other Dark Things, available for free download today!Read More Publication – The Sirens Call eZine #41
Alice is leaving tonight.
I settle into the soggy grass beneath me; above her.