Glass-heart girl
It looks like she’s sleeping, smiling in dreams built from the summers we spent by the sea. I thought she’d been cured by my giving and caring… … but a […]
Category Archives: Friday Fictioneers
Higher grounds
They said that glaciers wouldn’t melt, that science was conspiracy, a hoax to take our jobs; and we believed, believed and dug ever deeper, deeper just to feed their furnace […]
The less of evil
Dear Satan, I apologize for being too benign as demon once. My only excuse for not ripping enough livers from humans was envy for those leisurely roasting their flesh. I […]
The old deck
The old deck had turned grey, polished by weather, sun and wind, but Sven recoiled as it still stung his feet letting off splinters. Coming back he understood they had […]
In good hands?
It started to look good, water and soil had been dealt with. Woods and weed blended well with beasts, but it had been six days of hard and excruciating labor. […]
