They are your earliest memory. Beaked noses. Hair like clouds. Continue Reading Giants
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The sign was a few kilometres back, but I’d told myself I wouldn’t stop. That she isn’t there. Continue Reading I Made Myself a Needle
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I drop my son on the floor and he shatters. Continue Reading Candle Matters
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Is it kidnapping when it’s your own children? I hope not. Continue Reading The Littoral
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I often think about the moon. I wonder how I may sail to her. Continue Reading The Princess and the Moon
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Taken aback, she forgot to respond. Her hand hung limply in his palm, until he dislodged it. Continue Reading Hands
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I opened their cage to test their loyalty. I was a fool. But they deserve their freedom … I guess. Continue Reading Flight
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Two weeks later Jesus winked at him again. It wasn’t sunlight playing silly buggers this time. Thunderclouds were blanketing the sky. Continue Reading Days of Winks and ...
None of the teachers know my name, You’re Laura’s sister aren’t you? I like borrowing her status but I’d like my own name. Continue Reading The Nightingale and ...
Shhh, shhh. I’m going to tell you my story, but not too loud, not too loud. Can’t let them hear; they won’t like that. Continue Reading I’m a ...
According to family lore, when Nuri came back with the bandage on her nose, everyone was shocked. There was enough nose on her to make three new ones, said amme ...
Gritty truth sells nothing. This has to be the kind of sadness that afflicts interesting, successful people. Continue Reading In the Beginning Was the Word and the ...
He was old, his hair too long, too oily. He said he wanted my mum when he thought no one was looking, whispered it to her by the burgers and ...
But still he sends the needle down again, hesitates for a moment, letting it hover, making sure to get it in just the right spot. Continue Reading The ...
She keeps looking, searching for something that isn’t there anymore, but smiles at the same time, keeping a polite pace to the conversation. Continue Reading A fairly weathered ...
It is our Tuesday afternoon marriage counseling session. My pouring tears warm my face and I tell him I am sorting myself out. I turn to face him and finally ...
She’s not sorry, that much I know. When she’s walking away, I crack open the door of the box to get a good look as she slips out into the ...
Calendar reminds me: it’s been 24 years since my resettlement. I need the annual reminder that life wasn’t always this. The anniversary must be quickly processed; Continue Reading ...
I know there is no escaping this, and I know that before the next dawn, this dagger will cut through either his neck or mine. Continue Reading The ...
In your mind, you are a girl…Outside your mind, you are a young man going on his first date with a girl. Continue Reading Male or Female
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