Deadlines.
June 29, 2017
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.”
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.”
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 “The Ornithopter”
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.”
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.”