Figured You’d Understand
The habitat breathes at night. You stop hearing it after the first week. You absorb it. Become it.
Stories & Poems - page 2
- dark 25
- eerie 38
- grounded 135
- intimacy 68
- kith-kin 69
- melancholy 73
- poetry 43
- solitude 126
- speculative 103
- tension 71
- wit 81
I gave some old stories a little love and polish. Find them here. They are my personal favourites.
Filed Under
The lair smelled like solder and bad decisions.
Still Light
The morning started with Donnie eating toast over the sink the way he always did
Elpis
A thousand years. Still going.
The Canvas
The rock cut through her gloves at the third handhold.
I Made It Right
The steam wand hisses.
Thorn Apple
Ruthanne stopped apologizing years ago.
Station Seven
The air tastes like ammonia and bleach and something underneath both.
The Phone
I can make it ring.
The Lighter
She watches the blue at the root of the flame.
Deconstruction
The box says forty-two pieces. I’ve counted three times
The Final Meal
The room is cold. A hospital cold that lives in the walls.