Fey pressed her hand up against the cold plastic of the ship’s window. Outside, the stars hung in the blackness of space, quietly glistening in the otherwise lifeless vacuum. "Do you think it’s out there? Earth?” Fey asked her husband, Kegro. “I hope so,” Kegro said, as he wrapped his arms around Fey, his hands… Continue reading I'm Here (From the Archives)
Loudness deafens even the most difficult of emotions. You drown it. You hold it down underneath the waves of noise and you hold it whilst it struggles for air. Whilst it fights to be heard. You turn the music up louder. You hold it down harder. Then the emotion dies, it gives up. You turn… Continue reading Volume – (From the Archives)
“Do you have it?” Lauren nodded, hand still tucked inside her jacket. It might not seem much, this little tin box full of blue powder, but it was going to change the world. Their world. Vaskier slipped out of the shadows that spilled from under the arches. Lauren could feel her skin crawl as Vaskier… Continue reading Under the Arches (Teacup Story)
“Am I good enough?” The question that sits inside everyone’s mind. But for some, that question is so loud, so consuming that they have to act on it. Some go internal. They become quieter, less noticeable. They don’t speak unless they have to, and crave the validation that comes from an external source. Others go… Continue reading Flash Fiction – Insecure (Stories on a Theme “Human”)
Lydia always took her coffee from the same Barista. And every time she tried not to notice how much she liked him
Power is sometimes considered a dirty word, a word you don’t want to use because it means you have power over something. It’s an element of submission, you, the person with the power, over something or someone. You’re the one in control. But that’s not always the case. Sometimes power comes from within, a courageous… Continue reading Flash Fiction – Assertive (Stories on a Theme “Power”)
“I pity you,” Tabatha whispered, venom entering her voice as she knelt down next to Meq’s shuddering body, “because you still fight. Give up now, Meq, it’s over.”
Meckaal knew that if he wanted to escape, he had to get to the rooftops.
Natalie would listen to the rain to find comfort.
You can't help it. You have to smile at the memory. It fills you with warm joy and hope that the world is a nice place. A kind place. It's the kind of place you want to stay alive in.
