Every night you visit me. Sometimes in dreams. Sometimes in nightmares. I dream of you as I wish things to be. We go on picnics, to bible studies, praying together. Everything is as I desire. Then I dream of your loss—a nightmare of your inevitable rejection. It is deceitful, starting out as a dream as…
The phone rings. The voice on the other end says, “I need you again,” then hangs up. Through the tonal pitch of anxiety in her voice, no other information was needed. Her voice trembled with the uncertainty of a jovial future, for the demon of her past has reared its ugly head once more. Such…
Imagine there’s a playground in the sky, and you don’t have to worry about falling. You can skip along the air particles, playing amongst the clouds. A young girl escapes into the atmosphere, dancing gleefully in the clouds, skipping along the air particles. She wishes she had sequestered herself here long ago, far away from…
I am mesmermised by the adventurous tales of Bilbo Baggins as I become insidiously distracted by the soft, gentle pitter-patters on my living room window. I amble my way onto the outside porch, soaking in the calmness of the pitter-patters on my face and its bittersweet smell, the tall green follicles of the earth all…
*This short story is inspired by Matthew 11:28-30.* As she watched the small waves crash onto the shore of Lake Michigan, the sound of loud traffic from the Mackinac Bridge broke her concentration from a purposeless daydream. She looked upwards into the sky, eyes closed, and took a deep breath, welcoming the bittersweet scent of…
