There was a time – oh, so distant to consider that it’s as though she’d read about it somewhere, that it had happened to someone else—that she was still in college, and went on an adventure from her limited environment…

promises made a promise not to do something while at court a promise to stay faithful to not use arms to keep a secret blast a secret in a place it's not allowed, mock someone publicly with info promised to…

A lone ship drifted in the vast emptiness of space. The nearest objects were a cluster of asteroids, almost a hundred kilometres away. Beyond them twinkled distant stars, faint pinpricks in a velvet blanket. Nothing else was visible. At this…

Stories make up the fabric of all the days I've been alive, and likely the ones that came before that. They're sewn into the upholstery of every couch and chair I've sat or slept in, cling to the fibers of…

Stories are expected to have twists. Some rule must be broken, a rule of social etiquette in a society story, a rule of physics in a science fiction story, a rule of law in a crime story. This expectation is…

My family's story was lost to me. There was noone to tell it. My grandfather died. My grandmother was lost. My father was incapacitated when i was six, and he died when i was twelve. Noone took my on their…

(Note - off prompt, just a continuation of yesterday) Jenna didn’t worry about those, not that she didn’t have them, but they paled next to the real ones. She dreaded going. She said: “Come back to me” and though that…

There are two versions of everything: what happened, and the story we tell ourselves. But it is the stories we tell ourselves that feel like living organisms, like poisonous vines that have emerged from the ground, absorbing everything in proximity,…