“Why are you here again?” Sitting at the edge of the bed, the young woman merely looked back at him from over her shoulder – …
Lost and Found
Short Stories
Doorway to Delirium
Hold the door, the man that is not a man says. His smile is charming. It slips from memory as easily as skin from bone. …
Dreambound
Rage, rage against the dying light. ~ Dylan Thomas I have a secret, one that you can only dream of. Or rather, you can only …
You, Recurrence
Between the hours of two and four, there is a soft spot in time where everything pauses, and I’m finally able to live in the …
Grandfather Paradox
The room crackles with electricity that seems to hum in tune with the great machine strapped around her wrist. The air shimmers; sparkles and waves, …
The Kármán Line
There is an old farmhouse that exists solely on the burnt photograph edges of childhood memory. The sort where it tastes almost like a dream …
Shadows of Us
Emotions – The Mask of Our Shadows Emotions— Our mental state is something that is no stranger to us. It is how we truly feel …
Shadows of Life Amidst Death
Shadows can exist only in the presence of both light and darkness. To live in the shadows is to tiptoe on the fine line between …
The Light We Chase
And she smells like lemongrass and sleep. She tastes like apple juice and peach. Oh, you would find her in a polaroid picture. And she …
Shadow Play
The art of a storyteller has always been performance. The curtains draw, the stage rises – a floating sea of burnished wood and plank above …