The endings were written before the stories ever began. One by one, each resting on its own cushion, epilogues line the shelves. In rows of six: not for any particular reason but because it makes for easy inventory.
One day a shelf collapsed, and to my surprise, there were six small smashes on the stone floor, water and words and shards scattered ( Read more... )

I have an ad-sponsored journal here. I don't mind LJ making money, considering the services it provides, but some of the advertisements are just . . . strange? Just now, it popped up with an advert for "Five Foods You Should Never Eat" and there was a picture of a banana. Those are still good for you, right? Bananas? Full of potassium and all ( Read more... )

I'm not a girl with a lot of regrets.

But last time they let me have wings.

No, not symbolic wings. Real, actual, literal wings! Ebony black shining ones that hardly weighed anything at all. I don't recall knocking over any chairs when I sat down or having any problems with clothing. They never got in the way. They were part of me.
Come to ( Read more... )

All languages have a term for black and white; that is, they have a term for "dark" and "light." Dark can be anything from black to deep blue to whatever you call the color it is when there is no light. Light can be anything from pure white to yellow to pale.

If they have a third color, it will be red.
If they have a fourth, it will be green or ( Read more... )