A Poem — did you ever care, or was that just my delusion? did you ever burn, or was that just my ego? i tell myself you were mine, once upon a time, in some story long ago. i remember long nights when you haunted my dreams as if you were a ghost after my…

#100StoryChallenge — No92 — “She’s an odd one, that girl.” “Don’t stare!” “But those poor children. How do they deal with her? She’s so…human.” “King Oberon wanted her to teach his children the ways of the mortals. Think of her as a servant.” “But what does she call herself again?” “I think the word…

Some things aren’t meant to last. — I thought you were a figment of my imagination — but you were just a piece of a history I’d laid down as if I were a bearer of arms relinquishing my weapons for a war that was lost long before it was ever fought. The words stare up at…

A Poem — Do you remember those long-ago nights when we’d drink champagne from plastic cups and tell the universe all our little secrets as if someday we’d be famous? Do you remember the way you kissed, your eyes closed and your head tilted heavenward and waiting just for me, till we were both dizzy with…

#100StoryChallenge — No91 — Rissa knew the costs before she sold her soul to the devil. “They’ll just burn me like a witch if I stay here,” she told him after he asked why she had summoned him. “Don’t burn like a witch then. Burn like a firebird.” Her eyes narrowed. “How?” A feral…

Looking into her eyes, I knew the truth. — A long time ago, I knew a girl who shifted my world on its axis to the point my life was unrecognizable starting from the day I met her. The photos are gone — purged in an era of digital mayhem — but I can still close my eyes and…

A Poem — feels like i haven’t written in days and my head feels fuzzy like i’m losing time in bytes and zeroes but then you come again, right to the forefront of my brain, and i wonder what i did wrong to earn all this petty scorn and then i ask myself those…

#100StoryChallenge — No90 — The castle was burning when the image of an armored figure appeared on the balcony of the highest tower. In the days that followed, people would swear they had seen an angel weeping. Others would claim they saw a demon so bright that its aura burned their eyes. Neither story…

A Poem — you might know a girl like her — the kind to wear her heart on her sleeve as if there’s no threat out there in the great wide somewhere but you’ll notice soon enough that she bites her lip a bit too much as if she’s holding her tongue to keep everyone else…