Jessica: Angst
I haven’t written in a while and the words keep piling up inside my mind, and their essence builds up in layers that get thicker and denser with each passing day.
Hannah: I Threw a Rock into a Pond
I threw a rock into a pond and watched the circles form around.
Amelia: My Dear Fiona
There are things we don’t talk about, and they weigh heavily on our souls.
Barry: The Ghost of Tomorrow
You’ll be pulled in the wake of the truth future brings, where the ghost of reality waits in the wings.
Chloe: Improbable Story
She thought she was home until the second moon appeared.