Fiction and Travel.
Jania needed him to want her like she had never needed anything in her long, long life. How unexpected, how sweet, like lifting an old stone and finding a colony of diamond-seed flowers blooming in the dark. Just like diamond flowers, she knew this love, this man, would only last the equivalent of a day... Continue Reading →
Sunlight fell across the bed, across his broken body. Despite what he had told his apprentice, what he and other necromancers and exorcists told their patients, no one truly recovered from a demon possession. Even if the demon didn’t burn and fight, even if it was docile and dormant, the place carved out when it... Continue Reading →
Luis. That kid was a real firecracker. He had a way of setting people on fire and not because of his flame throwing contraptions—he could never actually set fire to anyone with those. Maybe Ashby, but surely no one else. No, it was something internal that set people off. Seventeen years old and already he’d... Continue Reading →
Miriam leaned on the doorframe as Vincent prepared for mass, his first mass since it had happened. Sometimes he wished she didn’t have so much free time on her hands. How was he supposed to psych himself up with her standing there? “I still don’t think you should be doing this,” she said. Vincent smoothed... Continue Reading →
I’ve always thought my private thoughts are nunya business. They suck emotional energy to unpack so why should I unpack for just anyone? Please don’t shame me for not being open. How am I doing? I’m spring-loaded, not sure what I want but ready to betray myself to get it. What have I been up... Continue Reading →
Rot this. The way the exorcist talked, Innu wouldn’t be waking up anytime soon. Cyr’d be damned if she just sat on the porch until then. Muscles still shaking and tender from shouldering Innu down those stairs, Cyr dropped off the porch, strode through the mud, and over the short stone wall. The fifth level... Continue Reading →
sometimes i just want to curlupand sink into the ground
Today, I felt myself get up for the first time. Mouse gray light through my thin curtains. Warm bed, foreign but homey. Work clothes over my desk chair, waiting. Heater on, softly clicking. Chickadees pecking. Early, hungry. Nothing on my nightstand but books and bandaids. My eyes were crusty, but not from tears. My heart... Continue Reading →
This is for all my b-words who don’t play nice, for all my freaks who don't care, for all my boys who wear shorts in the snow, and for all my girls whose shoes don’t match. This is for my drama kings with mohawks and nose rings, for all my deadpans in black and stripes,... Continue Reading →
I’m a girl of lucid dreams but no hobbies. I’m a girl with a body that lies. “Fix me!” says my posture. “Educate me!” says my pop-culture gaps. “Show me a good time!” says my quiet evenings. “I like-like you <3” says my uncomfortable smile. Meanwhile, all I want is to go back home to... Continue Reading →
Protagonized. 
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