When I was young, young enough for the Internet to have solidified itself into something worth taking up space in our lives and before its …
Alisya
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 …
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 …
King of Hearts
Saturday was the rumour of a thunderstorm. The radio garbled as the interference grew even worse, until the words of the newscaster became barely decipherable. …
Tainted Delights
Greed. Its essence will consume you fully before you realise it. A nightmare. A never ending battle. A looped hell that burns the surroundings of …
The Gardener’s Logbook
The Gardener’s Logbook, to be kept private and confidential. Listings of greenhouse inhabitants classified, reference from research database. Further unique specimens acquired recently from abroad …
11 Vignettes of a Mother’s Love
29 January 2019; 13:23 p.m. [No, I don’t really know why she’s not picking up. You act like she tells me anything. I-] A brief …
Pages of Chaos
Despite the jacket, it’s cold. Sitting in front of the ground-level windows, legs crossed and arms folded, they try to vanish into the cracks of …
Chapter 1
The bouncer she knew by name (Max) still asked for ID. She sighed, rummaging in her purse for the cursed thing. Music thumped in the …
Sugarpie, Honeybun
Scrolling through social media, Nick found himself unable to ignore the red, white, and pink storm looming over the horizon. Valentine’s, only four days away. …