They lived in the spaces between order and chaos, where ideas drifted like morning mist and creativity bloomed in unexpected corners. Their days were filled with the gentle hum of language finding its way into being, each sibling adding their own particular music to the symphony of stories that floated through the air.
The bell above the bar door jingled, cutting through the low hum of conversation. Heads turned—more out of habit than curiosity —and the usual bar chatter fell silent as the door swung open, revealing an unexpected visitor. A horse. Tall and solemn, it stepped gingerly over the threshold, as if unsure whether it truly belonged […]
Some believe that in a quaint little town, where an occasional tree may eat the wayward kite or periodically a puppy may take to the skies simply by sitting on shingles, the most magnificent pumpkin patch sprouted every year. Burgeoning pumpkins, round and robust, lay bathed in the glow of the harvest moon—each a canvas […]
October 1982 – January 1983, St. Martin, Mississippi Part 1: The Insidious Secret School Agenda Before third grade, Opie had never thought of school as a place of structured learning. To him, it was more like a bustling marketplace of ideas—a vibrant forum for exchanging opinions on the latest cartoons, toys, and tidbits gleaned from […]
Friendship is a funny thing. It’s a dance of invisible rules, understood but rarely articulated, built over shared memes, late-night confessions, and the occasional loan of twenty bucks. And sometimes, that twenty-dollar bill—wrinkled and worn—becomes the unexpected marker of just how deep the trust runs. In a world where likes and replies seem to define […]
They say a picture’s worth a thousand words, but when you’re staring at snapshots of grandchildren, honestly, the cliché buckles. I don’t personally know the current exchange rate on a word, but 1,000 seems like an insulting offer. If there’s a pawnshop for photos, and the proprietor offered me 1,000 words for these pictures, I […]
In haunted houses, I find solace. But I am not a ghost. I think. Cobwebs like the forgotten threads of memories, ghosts like whispers of my past. No one understands. They call it strange, a fixation they can’t wrap their minds around. “Do you like the scare?” they ask. It’s not about the scares (but […]
In a village brimming with whispers of witches and wandering spirits, a carved pumpkin sat on a creaky porch, its face ever-grinning but its interior flame yearning for more. But one night a spirit floated by. No… It danced by. The pumpkin’s inner flame flickered and surged, elated by the spirit’s carefree twirls. For a […]
Tucked away in the familiar fog of forgotten fondness, where tossed-away dreams pile up like autumn leaves, Dejection took up residence. Garbed in rejection, it wore a shroud woven from teardrops and threads of broken hearts. Although it recognized its existence as somewhat shapeless, it seldom saw itself as so. Shapeless was without points, and […]
