Lonan braced his hands on both sides of the nearest hollow, staring into it with all his determination. Porous rock stabbed his palms. The blackness ahead shimmered with sound. Garbled nothing-lyrics vibrated below his ear and jaw. All around him, Lonan was surrounded by the rushing Ream.
The Fairy Door
Every day before breakfast, Mariela crept out to see the fairy’s maze. She took her mother’s old mirror from the top of its mahogany dresser, blowing off the scraps of crumbling wallpaper, and swiped a scone from the cook’s first batch of the day.
Inking Game: The Starless Sea
So here's an idea Rook and I came up sometime last year while crafting japes at the expense of overdramatic abstractions in Tahereh Mafi's "Shatter Me." Why not make questionable or out-of-context descriptions into drinks?
Short Film Showcase
Its time for another short film showcase, this time honoring a few films I found on a "cute animals" binge gone terribly awry.
The Fire Eats
The fire bursts awake in the trees. It begins by eating the green from each leaf.
Valley wind strings birthday graves along the roadside, impossible to tell from the litter and waste.
"What do we need from the store? I already have 'measuring cups' written down."
Three Different Kinds
"What do you want to be when you grow up?"
Sadie owned the most remarkable pair of green eyes Iván had ever itched to paint.