Fiction

Chapter 7

“How did you make that?” Lucas asked Daniel. 

Chapter 6

Chapter 5

The doorway would replace where my closet is. Instead of seeing my messy closet with random clothes thrown about, it would open to something else. My doorway would take me to the woods.

Chapter 4

Chapter 3

Perhaps Autumn is the season of figments. When what’s real is hidden behind mountains of fog. It is a time when what isn’t dances perilously close to what is. The same way the burning leaves that fall, perform their final reel with the wind.

The future was bleak for Martin Abarough. He sat in his vile apartment, emptily staring at the raindrops streak down the dirty window, listening to what he could of an NPR broadcast from his broken radio.

The stickers on the lamp posts that don’t go away. That is God. Embedded in my scalp under my hair where I can not see, there is God.

 Through the knotweed. Down the ladder made of tree roots. Up onto the big rock. By the river.  I stand, mud on my ankle and cuts on my knees. The sun sits just barely above the trees as the sweat sits just above my brow.

Tears slipped quietly 

Down her face, hair 

Messily tied back into 

The lowest of low ponytails, and 

Perfectly manicured nails just begun 

I turned heat creeping up onto my face “for what?” I said gruffly 

Kael grinned “yeah why should we?” 

She turned to Elias “you didn’t tell them?” 

He shrugged “you never said when”