Some years ago, I overheard my aunt telling my mom that her niece had run away with the carnival… again, leaving behind her navy boyfriend, who chased after her and tracked down the carnival encampment. I was like, “Wait! What?…
This past Thursday evening I took a random six-hour round-trip bus (three hours there, three back) to dance swing for three hours in Brno, Czech Republic. I discovered that, nope, I can’t dance it for sh*t, but I still try!…
I’m waiting for a tram, and as mine comes up to the station, the tram driver has shining blue devil horns. While I’m in the tram staring out the window, the tram rattles past a drugstore where the cashier has…
Once upon a time, I promised a story (written by my writing group) to anyone on my mailing list who had a story idea they wanted written. A brave soul named Emma presented hers: An aromantic/asexual fairy tale. What is…
I think I moved into a more violent place. Not as in people are brawling on street corners or anything, but I hear arguments through the walls. Screaming matches when I’m near my window. Words from next door I can’t…
She awoke in a dark, dripping forest, on the side of a road, with droplets from the leafy canopy above pelting her flesh. For a moment, lightning from the rain-dark sky painted her inside a ghastly nimbus. It displayed her…
This is part 2 of a fairy tale I found that I wrote in Czech and am translating into English in short bits just for fun! If you want to start fromt he beginning, the first part is here: The…
I found a fairy tale I wrote in Czech, so for fun I’m going to translate parts of it every week. It’s very simple (don’t expect literary titillation here), but so far it’s fun! So here you go… If Damarishka…
We’ve probably all read books that hurt to read. They make us cry when they confront hard losses. They make us uncomfortable when they confront hard issues. They make us weep, make us squirm. Those books also hurt to write.…