of Julia Knows. I don't feel bad about posting it since nobody read the first one! ellohell

Julia slicks her short fingers wet with spit and snubs out the candle at her side. Its reflection instantly vanishes from the cold window pane, and she can see the expanse of the twilit farm outside. She props herself onto an elbow against the sill and begins ( Read more... )

The mist hangs low over the cornfields like an ethereal mass obscuring the stalks’ short, off-season tips. From where Julia sits she can see outside very well. The room is dark, the candle at her side on the window sill long ago snubbed to eliminate the reflection from the cool pane of glass. The mist gleams silver in the moonlight, and ( Read more... )

The whole thing. It's called "Profile Of The Night Sky, In Red".

The ascent of the sun to the point that its rays can be seen peeking through the grime caked over the windows of the house does not signal her awakening. She has been awake for a very long time already. She has moved in the darkness and thought, not in words, but in pictures. The ( Read more... )

Of something to come. This is the first part of a short story I'm writing. I promise to post the rest when I finish it.
The ascent of the sun to the point that its rays can be seen peeking through the grime caked over the windows of the house does not signal her awakening. She has been awake for a very long time already. She has moved in the ( Read more... )