The best thing about living alone is that you can take your bra off the second you get home. You don't even have to wait until you get into your bedroom. You can unclip it in the hall and have it pulled out of your sleeve before your ass hits the sofa. Nobody complains if... Continue Reading →
We've been in this maze for so long But we are not lost Life is long and the maze is winding The goal's not the end It's the route you take to reach it. I'd been walking alone for so long I was not lonely Others beckoned me to follow them Their paths unenticing Until... Continue Reading →
In the end, there was only a flooded planet and dying star. "It was good," the sun sank towards the sea, her former inferno reduced to a flame in the clouds. "Perfect," the sea rose to meet her. She was doused and the sea froze. Across the universe: a spark, a droplet, a beginning. ... Continue Reading →
We don't get many visitors round these parts. We don't take kindly to 'em either. It's not so much that this is a one-horse town, we just got our own ways of doing things and we don't like 'em changing. It's harder now than it used to be. People always tryin'a build railroad tracks 'tween us and... Continue Reading →
There's an ice-cream van at the edge of the Milky Way. It's been there longer than there has been life on Earth. Commuters stop by on the intergalactic highway as they make their way home from work. It serves almost every flavour. The Ice-Cream Man gets beans from Fesluyrus that can make up to seven different kinds of chocolate.... Continue Reading →
Since astronomers first looked up at the stars they've wondered about the expanse of the universe. The shape. How many galaxies are there? How far does it stretch beyond the observable? Does it have edges? Not really. But she does have elbows.
"It's all about how things look, little one," The Conjurer told her. He snapped his long, thin fingers and stopped a pocket of time- a snapshot of Carmilla looking up at him, bemused. He moved the present Carmilla away to a wardrobe she hadn't noticed before. The doors opened and inside hung several differently coloured... Continue Reading →
My Grandfather fixes clocks. He used to do it for a living, but now I think he just does it for fun. He says it keeps his hands busy and his mind alert now that he's so old. Which is ridiculous because I think he has a better memory than the rest of us. He always knows... Continue Reading →
From a young age, Carmilla had a knack for disappearing. She couldn't control it at first, it was just a feeling started by a jittery heart. When things were bad around her she'd feel it start to race and her chest grow tight, as every muscle in her body tightened. It was like an invisible boa constrictor had... Continue Reading →
