Sterla’s mother always told her she was star-kissed. On the night of her birth, she would say in her special story-voice, a star flew down from the heavens and kissed her head, sprinkling her face and hair with stardust that … Continue reading
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Matthew’s aunt had brought him countless terrible souvenirs over the 29 years of his life so far, but this one topped them all. It was worse than the collection of dead-eyed bobbleheads, worse than the poorly painted snow globes, and … Continue reading
Her feet were bare against the cold earth and rough matter discarded by tree and bush. A breeze twirled lightly through her dress and played with the strands of her hair, filled with the twilight lullabies of birds. She had … Continue reading
Ella’s imaginary friend was back. After twenty-three years, six failed relationships, two graduations, one pregnancy scare, and a stable but boring job she just showed up in the corner of the scantly furnished studio apartment Ella called home. Chloe. That … Continue reading