A Goodbye That Became a Hello
The old train station creaked and groaned as I stepped onto the platform, the worn wooden boards beneath my feet a testament to the countless hellos and goodbyes that had unfolded here. It felt strange…
Edge of the Bay
It was a beautiful San Francisco day. Created for boat, sail and sea. The breeze was starting to show a potential for anything. I smiled at pulling the main and mizzen sail covers back and…
Salt and Bone
This story contains themes or mentions of physical violence, gore, or abuse. WHEN YOU GO TO THE BEACH WHAT DO YOU SEE? You see oceans of sparkling sand. Endless deep blue water. Sea-shells and…
Tuesdays
“How come goodbyes seem to always feel like THIS Gee-maw”? What a question, and funny enough is the fact that this question is now being posed by someone who has barely even reached puberty,…
The Peacemaker and the Snowfall
Sydney was hiding in her childhood bedroom and practicing the breathing exercises her therapist had taught her last week. “In for 8,” she inhaled, “out for 12.” She expelled her breath with her eyes closed…