(From the Dystopia series of stories) The man at the window stared calmly at the passing clouds against the blue sky, “Do you think there will be clouds in Hell?”
CrowsCrows
At first it was quite exciting to see the murder downtown. There were at minimum a thousand crows, from dusk to dawn, populating the trees and crowing incessantly. There was
LonelinessLoneliness
When Clarissa was very young her mother grew strange and abandoned her. She was left in the care of her aunt Miriam. For years Miriam punished Clarissa constantly. She would
SynesthesiaSynesthesia
Paint a picture with words, Decoupage tones on velvet tongues, Textures of how letters taste, The color of how sounds are shaped. Audible imagery among the prose, Developed lens
BlinkBlink
*Blink* *Blink, blink* Red, yellow, blue, violet, absence, void. It was there and then gone, I swear. But they didn’t believe me. They saw me. Tied down to the table;