Fiction

TWIST

Flashes of light pour into the room in one blinding color, emanating from the cracks of the shack if one were to witness something like this from the external. The overflowing white, from the inside to the out.

I see a face in my head of a young girl. Though I am convinced I have no idea who she is, she looks familiar. She is wearing a blue patchwork dress with yellow ribbons in her blond braided hair.

Dear former friend,

I sit at the edge of the long stretch of rocks, peering at the sea. Only it isn't just the sea, it is a home to creatures who probably have another life-one where they look at us and wonder what ours are like. This is the animal kingdom.

Mama is anxious this morning. Her hands, slim and smooth, like lettuce leaves, tremble slightly as they clutch the handle of Kamilla’s pram.

   I looked up from my laptop, my fingers pausing their dance across the keys. The clinking of cups on saucers and aroma of fresh espresso filled the quiet coffee shop, the scent seemingly emitting from the walls.

    You step into the attic of what is now the house that your family owns but you know will never be home. It is completely dark except for the thin sliver of light that shines out from the stairwell which you just stepped out of.

I.The darkness is warm and heavy, comforting almost.I can feel the sunlight upon my tough shell, so unlike how it felt to drift down, spinning and absolutely uncaring for the world, before settling here at my mothers feet, upon the h

Amaya was a little girl, 5 years old. She had everything a little girl would want. A big house, a large backyard and a big toy bin. She had a cat who’s name was Belle, after Belle from Beauty and the Beast.