[Its occurrence] is most strongly associated with the old family or ancestral home and land, even when a family member dies abroad. The cry, linked predominantly to impending death, is said to be experienced by family members, and especially by the local community, rather than the dying person. Death is considered inevitable once the cry […]Read More The Seeker; The Cry of the Banshee
Abel’s eyes grew heavy. He could feel the blood pump rhythmically through the tender skin of his eyelids, every beat adding a pound of weight. He wanted nothing more than to give in to the weight, let those tiny doors shut him into the darkness, and have them be locked tight by long tangled lashes. […]Read More Running on Shuffle
I wanted to know the name of every stone and flower and insect and bird and beast. I wanted to know where it got its color, where it got its life – but there was no one to tell me. -George Washington Carver “Five…” Jake slurred out the word, his hands getting sweating as his […]Read More Colorblind, hue #2
I wanted to write something different. Something that you could later describe to a friend as quirkey or weird. Anything really. As long as it was not ordinary. As long as it stayed away from that black spot of the human mind where things are lost, hiding behind the affirming nods and understanding smiles. It’s […]Read More The mission of a story.
She closed the book, placed it on the table, and finally, decided to walk through the door. The door was colored white, but she could see through the exposed scars the original grain of the wood. Through the door was black. Calling it “dark” would be an understatement. It seemed she had found the negative […]Read More Darkness
A piece of lettuce fell into my shoe. Shredded lettuce, if you were curious, from a B.L.T. sandwich if you were really curious. If you were even more curious than that then it was during lunch, as I sat on a bench of poured concrete on the side of canyon that looked out towards the ocean. […]Read More A piece of lettuce fell in my shoe
Susan wanted to scream. Up above her, the sky was at the clearest of blues. After 3 weeks of downpour her backyard was a brown mess of drowning dead grass and half buried bottles. She took it as a sign it was time to leave. Yet now, out of nowhere, the sun came out to […]Read More This is for you