My Home is the Ocean

I stepped outside and sat on the sea-worn wooden rocker, nursing a mug of tea, taking gingerly sips. The morning was crisp, the smell of salt hung heavy in the air. The sun was hidden behind a veil of mist; everything was shrouded in pale smoke. It was mostly silent, tranquil, apart from the crash…

A Lesson in Vigilance

Jessamine’s steps were steady and measured, her posture poised yet it gave off a sense of assertiveness—shoulders back and head held high with a surefire gaze, just as her father had taught her. She had to keep reminding herself to remain this way all throughout the day. Her hands, wrapped in bandage fingerless gloves, were…

The Funeral

Mae didn’t know how she was going to survive the funeral. Not that she could remember much of it so far. She wasn’t even sure if she wanted to remember it, or why it ever happened at all. But the more she let that thought pass through her mind, the more guilt built up inside…

Riley

I stirred. Groggy and disoriented as I was, I was aware of my own blinking, but all I saw was darkness. In my panic, it took me a moment to realise that was in a pitch black room—a cell? Basement? It was freezing cold, my teeth chattered so hard my jaw had begun to hurt….

How strange is it to feel everything and nothing at once

I feel like I should say something, but my tongue is cable tied in the back of my head like it usually is, but today the bonds are drawn so tight, it practically draws blood. Yet I don’t feel a thing. And I feel like I should hear things, but I’m not listening. I mean no…

Abode of the Dead

I hold the Underworld in my heart—dead feelings, dead friendships, dead memories, and scars that never quite disappear. Hades sits atop the throne in the hollow of my clavicle, Persephone rules over the flowers of decay growing in the caverns of my beating heart, and Cerberus resides in my diaphragm, held back with thick, black chains, muzzles…

I See Myself

I see myself in interrogation through a one-way mirror. Eyes blinded, squinting at my figure bathed under the fluorescent lamp while I was shrouded in shadow on the other side. It was desolate, watching her as the inspector sways her down. In the dimness, I see myself in this mirror— like a window. But she only…

Cadenza

She sleeps in her maple wood bed, battered and scared, under her blanket of velvet red. The pieces of her bonded together. Recalling his caress on her curves as he moved, she wakes and leaves the bridge of driftwood. It bows from the pressure of her, weighing it down. Yet it holds— barely. Gathering dust, numberless…

Unveiled

Heather—or Detective Bertrand as she was always addressed around here—stared at the dead body rigged on of the fire escape. Her eyes narrowed; she felt morbidly curious and sickened all at the same time. She had seen many a grisly murder pockmarking the alleyways of New York during the course of her job, but never…