(100 words) There are things that go bump in the night. They don’t live under our beds or in our closets. They live inside of us.
(100 words) Sweet, but deadly…
The Memorist looked tired; exhausted even. It was an exhausting thing she did for people, taking on their memories.
Joanie watched as the thick, white liquid spread across the table. The shards of glass glistened, peeking through a little.
The Rain had begun on the first day of her Reign.
“Mommy? Why did you give me such a sad name?” Rain asked.
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Alice is leaving tonight.
I settle into the soggy grass beneath me; above her.
A haiku for a rainy day