Elpis
A thousand years. Still going.
Stories & Poems - page 2
- dark 24
- eerie 38
- grounded 135
- intimacy 67
- kith-kin 68
- melancholy 70
- poetry 43
- solitude 125
- speculative 101
- tension 71
- wit 81
I gave some old stories a little love and polish. Find them here. They are my personal favourites.
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.
The Last Mercy
Three flowers, a knife, and the burden of knowing what mercy costs.
Free-Fall Forward
She whispered it aloud. Her voice. Lower, gruffer.