Menu

Tag: short stories

  • Unworthy

    I am not worthy. The blood on my hands is not just mine, and it soaks through to the bone. I am not worthy. But these hands of mine still move, the fingers still bend, my arm still reaches, reaches for you. “Pick it up,” I think. It’s a thought from deep inside me, a

    Read more...

  • 2: The High Priestess

    TW: Animal death Outside, the winter is harsh and cruel, but inside, Enid sits on the floor of the cabin, crouched in front of her open dresser drawer, tearing small pieces off a slice of bread and feeding it to a mother mouse. The mouse takes the bread greedily, eating the first few pieces then

    Read more...

  • 0: The Fool

    TW: Suicide mention/death Roxy had always been a fan of long drives. Something about the endless nature of the highway soothed her; it felt like a space outside of everything else, outside of time. It was almost like she didn’t really have to be there, not fully. She could set her body to autopilot and

    Read more...

  • What’s To Come

    Hello once again, my friends! Here’s the Updates post I promised you in this Monday’s Weekly Thoughts post. In this post, I’m mostly going to talk about what’s to come in the near future, what bigger projects I have going in the background, and what I’m working on at the moment. Arriving Soon! I have

    Read more...

  • Rabbit Season

    Once when I was younger, I held my breath until I passed out. It wasn’t because I was bored, I was just angry. I was so, very angry, and my gut reaction was to hold it in, to push it down until it choked me.

    Read more...

Scroll back to top