Fiction #542

There are two young women, close in age. The way they interact, the familiarity, they seem like sisters, or cousins. Unclear. But if all else about their relation to one another is ambiguous, they are in fact witches … Continue reading Fiction #542


Escapism no more

I dreamed about my grandparents’ house, a place that my subconscious often makes use of to represent a sense of shelter or escapism, occasionally obligation. However, I find the dream-house is becoming less stable, less secure of late. That is to say its meaning is changing … Continue reading Escapism no more