This year, I try to hold you tight, cradle you softly but steadily. I don't want to let you fall. You came to me first, in 1914. Crammed in. Pushed. Bent, broken. I tried to make room for you. Sad souls. Tired, wasted and wasting. When you finally fell, under the heat, I took you… Continue reading Writing on Wednesdays #13: Those Lost To The Earth.
*WARNING: this short story has some sensitive content that may trigger/upset some readers* When June was 7 she decided to run away. The month was June and she knew it was time, because June was her name and June was the month. On the first of June, she collected her most important items in a… Continue reading Writing on Wednesdays #3