Waking up in the morning is the finest joy. As I walk into the fresh cut meadow behind my house, I suddenly remember when I took him in, when I raised him as my own. He was a cute, innocent…
Story by Arielle Chesire The same dream occurs in my head. A man with a deep voice is somewhere in the darkest part of my mind. He echoes the same three words in the distance: “ire, close, tree.” Opening my…
Blankets of snow rest on the mountainside. Branches turned bare as the tree’s limbs withered away from the cool breeze. The wolves that guarded the mountain path lost their ways to survive the north as they ran out of food…
Clouds made up of a pungent aroma tickle the girl’s nose as they float through the air. She plops down next to me and looks around the empty room, a juxtaposition to the housewarming party outside to kick off the…
I was only four-years-old when I first met the rug of black sun. My parents came across it somehow and decided to take it home, thinking that it would fill our living room with a sense of intercontinental culture. It…
Heart wakes me. I can feel it bleeding like a sea into some barren place far from me — far, far away from the ash tree. Heart thumps, and I feel like a post, heart beating and beating me into…
A voice cries out in the wilderness, moaning like a doleful ghost up the hilltop from down the slope. My eyes get blocked by clouds of dust, curtains of earth glinting. Bright, white. Heat. There is no smell here but…