Fairytales (prose)

I think most people want the fairytale. The locked eyes across the room. The steamy love scenes. The reasonable arguments over misunderstandings. I think most people want their whole relationship to feel like the beginning. A honeymoon phase that never...

Feelings (Microfiction)

This imagine invokes feelings. What exactly I feel, I'm not sure. I just know I like the opaqueness of the sky. The foggy-mistiness of the foreground. This imagine invokes feelings. Not quite sure what they are but, I like them....

Near Misses (Microfiction)

She zoned out again. She could just barely catch his face this time. Broad shoulders, a little husky, fresh haircut, nice clothes but not pretentious. She could just make out the sent of his cologne. She swore she knew the...

Pen to Paper (Microfiction)

She sat at her father's desk and stared at the keyboard. It had been so long. So long since she put her thoughts out, into the world. So long since she's shared her pain and her fears. So she wrote....

About Me (microfiction)

"Sarah just imagine if we could walk into a store and there were books of other people's lives. Not like biographies but like, actual people, who are currently living and like their lives appeared on the pages in real time?!"...

5 Stars (Microfiction)

Lyft driver picked me up on Wisconsin Avenue and made some small talk before falling silent. While I broke down in the backseat crying, she looked in the mirror with a knowing smile, and handed me a tissue. We continued...

“Amongst Enemies” (microfiction)

The men eagerly poured into the hall. As they settled into their seats, the servants came bringing drinks and plates filled with food. The air soon filled with the smell of delicacies and the laughter of men. As the revelry...

"I was five and he was six We rode on horses made of sticks He wore black and I wore white He would always win the fight" The radio crooned as the detectives walked the scene. There was nothing a...

Satellites (microfiction)

She sat on the one of giant boulders that dotted the hillside. This used to be their favorite spot. Together they'd watch the stars twinkle above them. He called them satellites. She called them wishing stars. Tonight, she'd call them...