this is a collection of unpolished, imperfect, messy snippets either from writing exercises or unfinished stories. I’m putting these here to document my progress as a writer, and to remind myself that writing is writing is writing — even if its not perfect.
lyla’s spectres
“There was a reason she liked her sessions in the church. Not for sentimentality or faith, but for the idea that something could be entirely absent yet still suffuse you with its presence. That’s what these ghosts were.”
remnant
“Hello,” they repeated, having tried a couple variations and settling on a bizarre amalgamation of languages. Their voice was thick, a chorus of tongues, the sound of a heart caught in the throat. “You should not be alive.”
amaranth
“Immortality was her father’s greatest work. His second best was May. Now, at the end of time, there is only the two of them left.”
ta-two
“Cherry held out her hand, and he took it. She blew on them gently, as if to warm them from the cold. His steady warmth, maintained by the machinery within him, melted the snow around them. “