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Brynn
24 March, 2026 · 301 words
"At this time?"
Tonya
24 March, 2026 · 156 words
“Why?”
Yvonne
24 March, 2026 · 167 words
It was perfect. Or at least familiar.
Andie
25 March, 2026 · 258 words
It wasn’t dark, per se.
Doyle
25 March, 2026 · 295 words
Nothing felt fresh. Rehearsed.
Here, Now
27 March, 2026 · 234 words
He got me flowers.
Mike
27 March, 2026 · 429 words
I thought it would hurt to say.
Conversation Nonetheless
28 March, 2026 · 308 words
Not the conversation I’d have chosen, but a conversation nonetheless.
Clara
29 March, 2026 · 314 words
“They give you all your stuff after,”
Leanne
31 March, 2026 · 416 words
It must’ve been Wednesday. I knew because I’d slept six times since we last spoke.
Like a Train
31 March, 2026 · 303 words
A week and a half of walking by those tracks with her.
Between Stops
2 April, 2026 · 395 words
My eyes met an elderly woman.
Half a Chair
2 April, 2026 · 343 words
As though even half a chair was more than enough for him.
Not Quite a Lake
2 April, 2026 · 342 words
It did not seem right to call it a lake.
What Stays
3 April, 2026 · 535 words
[...] nothing could save one from the itch.
Lemon Chicken
8 April, 2026 · 318 words
I also had not realized that I was tearing up.
Where It Comes From
13 April, 2026 · 320 words
That these events and my disappointment are born of the same mother.
Green
25 April, 2026 · 157 words
I have grown older, and since then I have found it hard to cry at much of anything.
Sienna
28 April, 2026 · 387 words
Enough time had passed for me to know what to say.
Apart From The Times I Do
10 May, 2026 · 221 words
I do not wish to grow old. Alone.
Past The Webcam
11 May, 2026 · 436 words
[...] his left eye—no left for me, so his right eye—twitches.
The One After That
3 June, 2026 · 358 words
[...] Naja kicked rocks all the way to the car.
Every Bit As Much
4 June, 2026 · 112 words
[...] today feels every bit as much as last month.
Where It Lies
22 June, 2026 · 179 words
In practice, it just means the empty canvas is smaller.
Am I Mine?
22 August, 2026 · 180 words
And on certain days, my face is but a blur in my peripheral vision.
Fish
22 August, 2026 · 557 words
Those stories. Stories I only remember the endings to.
As Little As Possible
23 August, 2026 · 107 words
Making the absolute least of each day.
After-Hours
24 August, 2026 · 453 words
She gave mine to me with a toothy smile.
Some of my stories have been lightly revised. If you'd like see me at my worst, my initial stories are all up on my Tumblr