She stands atop a marble base, as smooth and perfect as a statue. Her eyes are closed as she balances on one leg. Each hand is wrapped around a cup; one is full of clear liquid while the other is empty. Both cups are chipped and have a network of tiny cracks across the worn …
Category Archives: Inner Musings
Fiction: ‘Eyes of the Beholder’
I’ve wasted years thinking about them, picturing how they look in as much detail as I can summon, and yet the harder I try the more elusive they become. I can see them before me, clear and mesmerizing. Whether my eyes are open or closed, I can still perceive them just beyond my reach, drenched …
Fiction: ‘Years in the Making’
I try to hold myself together, pressing each component that makes up my being into place until I hear a click, like the snap of Lego pieces being pushed into place. Before I position each segment where it belongs, I add a thick squishy layer of glue to the edges of every jagged shard. I …
Fiction: ‘Buried’
She digs through the sand with a calm, unnatural sort of focus. Each handful feels soft and powdery on her skin as it slips between her fingers every time she attempts to gather it up. She has been digging for hours now. Her nails are chipped. The skin on her hands has been rubbed raw …
Writing on Tangents 