“Are you sure?” he whispered against the skin of my neck. I’d never been more sure of anything. Even if this was my first time. “Have you ever—?” He shook his head. “Never.” Our love story occurred in memories; in moments that slipped through my fingers like the sand. …It was the swirling air; …theContinue reading “So much for summer love: Flash Fiction”
It would’ve been an immensely splendid way to spend the evening, especially on a cold, softly snowing, winter’s night, if not for the ghost.
Bethany My first day at the diamond shop started with rain. I tried not to see it as an omen as I walked down the cobblestone streets, with my drooping umbrella barely shielding me from the downpour. The town was filled with a rainbow of umbrellas, contrasting against the grey of the rain-soaked city. ThereContinue reading “The Tellings Chapter 3”
“This town was cursed before I came here,” he said, taking a few breaths before continuing. “As long as people from the outside consider this place good enough for them, it’ll stay intact.”
I knew I should have run, but I didn’t want to. I thought of my mother, who was still downstairs, my cousin, and of my dad, who was probably being seduced by his boss. I knew I didn’t want to be apart of that life.
It’s time for a story. Get ready.
This is a short story I wrote for Neil Gaiman’s MasterClass: The Art of Storytelling. I liked it a lot, so I wanted to share it here! This is my first short story I’ve posted here, so I hope you like it. It was the First of November—the night of the burning—and Nan knew thatContinue reading “November Song”