“Good evening, Mister Wellis. Please take a seat.” The chair creaks with his weight. His face is at level with that of his companion, but he does not meet her eyes. Click. He flinches. His fists clench as her monotone voice cuts through the silence. “My name is Normandy Crowe. I will be handling your … Continue reading The Interview
Kintsugi
Birth was a painful affair protracted by the strange sensation of having already experienced it. He/She/It/They/Them stood as they had millions of times before, his body taking to the cold marble with a kind of purpose she had never before felt. It cruised through hallways, a silent stalker searching for that which their minds had … Continue reading Kintsugi
Stolen Heart
The old man had come to collect the body he was owed. The sound of his frame subtly clanking across marble floors was his child’s death knell, simultaneously silent and an all-consuming roar. His child heard, and his child feared. It was not a strong fear, but a small, empty one, as silent and loud … Continue reading Stolen Heart
Thank You, Jeanette
Bill has had a small chip in his brain for as long as he can remember. Her name is Jeanette, his friend, his only friend. The only person he has ever needed. Her presence is his constant. She is a part of him, to an extent that even he doesn’t understand. By Arnav Rathee The … Continue reading Thank You, Jeanette