In an unnamed forest in an unnamed land, an unnamed man sits crying by a riverbank. The bare trees stand watch, bark rough and branches sharp. The grasses by the bank are dry and brown, and the water level is low. The river still flows, but its movement is sluggish, painfully slow. The man does not see this as he stares blindly into the distance, ( Read more... )

In the autopsy, they find that she is brimming with words. The first cut down the torso releases a slew of them; they spew forth from the incision, staining the gloves of the mortician and dripping off the body's skin onto the autopsy table. There are so many of them, all jumbled together in a gallimaufry of colour and fonts ( Read more... )

Her fingers hover over the keyboard. So close and yet so far. The scant millimeters between her fingertips and the keys stretch endlessly into the distance, a gaping canyon of silence ( Read more... )

She fell in love and overdosed on strawberry wine. She savored each sweet-tart sip with every shared smile, but couldn't help the unintentional gulps every time their eyes met. In the heat of that brief, brief summer, she drank and drank, and her eyes were always fever-bright and her cheeks were always flushed. Her lips were stained berry-red and ( Read more... )

"It's raining."
"Yes, it is."
"......Do you like the rain?"
"I suppose."
"......"
"It is what it is. Even if I don't like it, it won't stop raining. I might as well like it."
"Well, I don't like the rain."
"......"
"It reminds me of tears. And the sky is always gloomy when it rains. And life just gets messier as well on rainy days."
".......Life's ( Read more... )