Fiction

Taking down for now. Revision in progress!!

“As you approach the cart, you hear a faint sound of shuffling in one of the crates, as if-“

“I smash it with my mace!!”

“RUE!!”

     There is something about her, thought the universe as it sat perched upon the cliff of infinity.

This is the blurb for the book I'm writing and it's a little terrifying... The first book is called A Final Light

                        ~ Adelyn Grace

The teacher asked a question. I knew the answer. I was sure of it. Of course nobody wanted to hear it from me, so I just kept my mouth shut. Like always. This was just how my day went. Something went wrong? No one wants to hear it.

The Cat watched the city as veins of smoke rose from chimneys. The moon had drowned the city in that dark ocean known as Night. Clouds swim like calligraphy written upon the midnight blue hues of the sky, engraving sonnets for owls.

Hi! I'm not exactly sure who I am writing to, but it seems right to say hi. My name is Astrid, and I'll get right to the point.

Dear love, 

The night you slept in my room the first time you were wearing one of your white cotton shirts.

There, on the shelf in my attic, hugged by the pictures and drawings my sister had created, these two shoes sit surrounded yet alone.

The portal opens in those fleeting moments that feel like they are about to crescendo, about to climb the final step to see over the mountain top.

I walled myself in with paper three days ago. I used my old fashioned-blow torch to melt the door of my office shut, and pressed my desk and my chair up against it.

Conversations glided through Willow the same way in which paper airplanes are flown through the sky. The classroom was only partially filled due to philosophy's limited popularity, however idle chatter has yet to be deterred by this.