A journal of small yet-to-become stories inspired by prompts and thoughts
Behind Lace Curtains
Nobody seemed to remember the old house on the hilltop. The white walls worn and…
Inspired By Blue
The words seemed to be stuck in my throat. The lump in it warned me…
The Sky We Were Born Under
Pixabay The concept that each individual’s personality or path in life can be determined by…
Once, When No One Was Looking…
Bursts of intense joy are not unusual in me, although I confess; I don’t give…
I Don’t Remember…
I don’t remember when it started, I think that I knew all my life I…
Even After My Dead
Even after my dead they would remain safe. I had taken the necessary precautions to…
Out of the Corner of My Eye
Out of the corner of my eye I could see light filtering from what seemed…
I Was Listening to Something I Heard Before
I couldn’t seem to find what was bothering me. I kept looking around in autopilot…