A ray of sunshine slanted across the dark room. All day he would study the ray's movement, gazing as it slid along the walls. It creeped into being each dawn, the loyal reminder for his eyelids to flutter open. As it brightened and faded with each passing hour he grew increasingly jealous. The light could shift,… Continue reading Short Story: Rise
A deep rumble echoed down the alleyway. “Is it over? Is the ‘quake quiet?” “I don’t know." He turned in the direction of the sound, peering beyond the little girl’s tear-stained face. Across the rubble, in the midst of the gray sky and gray bricks, an ivory glow was growing in intensity. He grabbed her… Continue reading A Wall No More
Like hundreds of days before, his skin was heavy from the soft of dust of passerby. Murmurs surrounded his begging corner, the street lively with the light swishing of robes and crackling of wagon wheels. The traffic would ebb and flow, and he remained still, a permanent prop in the avenue. These noises, these sensations were the… Continue reading Blind, But Now I See
Darkness. My fingertips grazed the cold rock wall beside me, my only guidance. Others were with me. There were rumors of light, something I had seen flashes of but never begotten. Most spoke of bitter hope, but it was slowly silenced as the dark days went on. I didn't know how I entered this tunnel, but… Continue reading Lost
Seagull cries pierced the air, the warm glow of the sunrise dyeing the sea a blush pink. Salty air softly brushed her face from the west, the skies ahead as clear as can be. It was time to set sail. She had never ventured from the harbor before, but she had to escape. It was time to leave all she had ever known.
There is a sense of dying day by day. Yet from this decay, from this pain, bursts forth rebirth. A renewal, a revival of existence. My body emerged from the womb 22 years ago, but my spirit is awakening today and tomorrow, moment by moment, gradually easing the pains of soulful labor. For the past… Continue reading The Wrong Harvest
He must increase, I must decrease. The horizon was alive. Green grasses danced in the evening breeze, the setting sun split the endless field and endless sky. She was driving through the countryside, her car gliding across the cracked pavement and her mind absorbed by thoughts of yesterday. After weeks of frustration in the beauty of… Continue reading Fulfillment