Flash Fiction: Fire

There's a fire in me. It's been there as long as I can remember. It has the potential for danger, but it mostly burns the soft oranges and yellows of a candle or campfire. Occasionally it turns blinding white. When watching the world burn seems like the only option. Sometimes it's blue. A blowtorch ready … Continue reading Flash Fiction: Fire →

Hollowness and Guilt; Terrible Shades of Grief

I've always had a pretty good grasp on myself. On who I am, on what makes me tick, on what shapes my mental health. That's not to say I've not had to learn things. I've had my tiny little mind blown several times as the dots have been connected in front of me, and it … Continue reading Hollowness and Guilt; Terrible Shades of Grief →