She wonders when there will be time again to court her Muse. To take her for long, solitary walks, and plunge with her deeply into dreams, where they dove together without caution, through tempests of color, desires, emotions, only to merge back into the world, no longer ordinary, having been touched by the sublime, having…
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Silence… …sweet, blessed void… Refuge. Solace. And… …the only space… in which she can truly hear.
Someone left a book in her mailbox today—”Woe is I, The Grammarphobe’s Guide to Better English in Plain English.” There was no note, only a faded orange post it with her name written in all caps, in unfamiliar handwriting. She knows she’s not the best at grammar. Lie? Lay? Which is it? She can never…
Like gossamer dream catchers, clouds lay down upon the sky where their filaments collect hope and desire as fragile as a wish.
“Look, Janey, that tree’s yawning,” Emma said, pointing to a tree at the end of the block. “What tree? Where?” Emma ran up to the tree and pointed up. “Right here, see?” Her friend squinted her eyes at the tree and tilted her head. “It’s just a tree with a hole in it, and a…
A Black Suit—the compound’s security team—showed up forty minutes later to take Ayn to school. “I thought you said I could do whatever I wanted,” she snapped. She hadn’t intended to stay home, but she resented Lettie presuming that she would. She wasn’t stupid, she knew she could fail her dad. Lettie didn’t try to…
Her dad kept fidgeting with his phone while Father Gheraeld introduced him.“With his brilliant work in genetics, Professor Erwin Hyarzden is the best person to join our Counsel and help us reach our goals of self sustainability within the next ten years. Please welcome our new Chief Science Counsel Professor Hyarzden.” Her dad squeezed her…
“Nice to meet you—” he began, taking her hand to shake. “I’m Lettie Molyzner. I’ve been assigned to you during your term.” She smiled, letting go of his hand and turning her attention to Ayn. “And this must be your daughter, Ayn.” Ayn stepped from the solar craft and stood beside her dad. “Nice to…
He is twice her size. She straddles the park bench, her back to his chest, face towards the sun. Encircled by his arms. His winter-pale legs—golden hair shimmering—encase hers. His warm lips graze the back of her neck. She peers over her shoulder as a woman walks by, one of many on this sunny spring…
