Tag: Fiction

On days when the sky was absent of clouds, a certain man felt ill at ease. To alleviate this, he netted a stray, low-hanging cloud, and squeezed it inside a jar, tightly screwing the lid down. So on days when the clouds were scarce or absent, he held the jar above his head, and cheerfully…

I look across the bridge that leads out of the park and onto the street, then down at my sister’s pregnant belly. Once we cross the bridge danger might come from anywhere. I check behind, shade my eyes and scan the street ahead. My skin prickles, alert to any change in the air. We go…

Write, because something beautiful always breathes when you do. You already know the world is changing and being a writer is difficult. Breathe deeply. That’s one of the only things you’ll have to do on your own.  None of your friends have any idea what writing is like, so both your privacy and writing won’t…