I slid open the balcony door.
The midnight breeze swept into my room, bringing along with it the post-storm scent of petrichor. Continue reading “Deadlines. (Week 21: Fiction)” →
I put down the manual and looked around the room for a few moments before my gaze settled on the mess of parts in the center of the workshop. It was almost done. Continue reading “Ornithopter. (Week 7: Fiction)” →
A single leaf flutters in the breeze. She brushes past her brethren, sailing across her mother’s branches before waving goodbye as she floats gently earthbound. Continue reading “Rain. (Week 6: Fiction)” →
Several floors below my room’s window, the ocean rose and fell as if it were a living creature gasping for breath. Inhale, exhale. Inhale, exhale. Continue reading “Waves. (Week 2: Fiction)” →
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