"I am tired. I want to go home. This is a bad idea". These were my thoughts as I stepped off the train at my destination on a cloudy Sunday afternoon. I had already had an eventful day, consisting ... [+]
Alexander sits quietly, concentrating on the warm sunlight gracing his skin. He feels the heat spread across his face as it chases away the slight chill from a receding gust of wind. His eyes open ... [+]
Have you ever seen eyes crystallized? Cracked eyelids and cracked lips turning pink as whispers litter the blizzard wind. It was the type of weather that made you think of Christmas, but Groundhog Day ... [+]
Why did it have to be him? He still looked familiar with those spectacles, juxtaposed with his No. 4 army uniform. She should have known his house was on the way to the interchange. Even so ... [+]
Once in a blue moon, I look in the mirror and love what I see.
It's never planned, these rare moments. I'll be brushing my teeth, or just fixing my hair, caught in the rhythm of everyday life
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"You are formally invited to The Assembly." Intrigued, I continued reading on. "We hold an exclusive assembly once every few years, and only those who have experienced grief or loss can attend. The ... [+]
How cruel it was, to have been with your entire life while you were only a quarter of mine.
"Just get another cat."
But they don't know. How you were the first to welcome me when I entered
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Oct 30, 1803
"The bridge between our world and the realm of spirits is at its strongest during the blue moon."
At six years old, Dan remembered his Pa, mapping out the constellations with his
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This academic club produced all the most successful graduates. Even the university president once used to be in it.
So of course, Maximillian wanted to join.
He sat through rounds of
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Once in a blue moon, she remembers me. But most days, she lives in a world where I am a stranger. "Where's my gold chain? Someone took it," she says. Her hands fidget with invisible jewelry at ... [+]
In my waking dreams, I am, once again, six. I am not Clementine, or Clem, but Clemmie. Princess of the Hollowed-Out Oak Tree, like the ones in the picture books.
My castle has a red door and green
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Evan slogged down the apartment building's narrow hallway after another long day of monotony in the office. He reached the bottom basement floor and dropped his trash into the bin by the wall. The dim ... [+]
10:58 pm. The lights shut off, plunging the sleeper train into a forced silence. A palpable weight settles into all of the passengers. Chattering voices peter out to a distant buzz. AirPod cases ... [+]
Deep within the heart of the palace at the top of the world, deep within the endless mist, there was a treasure room. It belonged to the man who ruled the world, and she was his daughter—a knife ... [+]
I'll be honest—my morning walks began in late May for someone. Someone special. That was my reason at first. Why it was is another story, but in that pursuit, I found something else, a new reason to ... [+]
