I spoke words, that dripped and dewed across your head. As you laid there, waiting for the sun to rise, waiting for me to leave your side. The words they gathered, till you were slick and wet, crystallized and waiting, waiting, waiting. If you are reading this thank you for taking time out of your…
Isolation: Flash Fiction Series #6
Isolation by Alina Happy Hansen Alone and unloved, she sits in a room that is pale and plain just like her. The window lets the sun in, trickling across the floor, across the wall until it vanishes each night from sight. There are movements and sounds coming from the rest of the house, voices…
Free Hand #32
The sky buckles under the pressure space pulls us into a void. Sun envelops itself, swells and becomes something grander, something dark. An eternal abyss to swallow us whole. If you are reading this thank you for taking time out of your day to read my writing! I hope you will return in the…
Free Hand #31
Books stacked high. The pages slip out, slip through, into the the room, piling up on the floor, the bed, every surface. Until there are words everywhere. If you are reading this Thank You for taking time out of your day to read my writing! I hope that you will return in the future!…
Dinner: Flash Fiction Series #5
“He hums to himself sharpening his knives. Her voice echoes down the hall…”