Category Archives: freewrite
On Thursday
On Thursday they went to war, and on Thursday they returned from war, marching shoulder to shoulder as streamers exploded from their wrappings and confetti rained down upon them like rainbow rain. There was music and cheerful chaos in the … Continue reading
A thousand roads to paradise
There are a thousand roads to Paradise, and each one is more complicated than the last. For each there are rituals to observe, steps to take, and signs to beware of, and each one claims to be as true as … Continue reading
See the City
“Going my way?” the old man asks. He has bad knees and worse teeth, which are yellow and chipped. His breath is the worst, though; it smells like things have died in his mouth. Maybe they have. He has a … Continue reading
age groups
He is an old man when she is a little girl, with the beginnings of liver spots on the back of his hands and the skin bunching up loose and wrinkled. His hair is still relatively full, but his scalp … Continue reading
“There aren’t any problems …”
Hold out both arms as wide as you can, like you did when you were a child and thought that just by running fast enough, you’d be able to take off and fly. Hold them until your chest aches with … Continue reading
the last day of the cursed child
In a certain village in a certain area, there was a legend: once upon a time, the village had a tradition of choosing two children from every generation, the last two born in a given year, a boy and a … Continue reading
Undercity: Disappear
Tonight her name is Columbine and she is wearing black and red, with a line of diamonds of descending size painted under her left eye. Her gloves have no fingers tonight and her nails are painted alternating red and black. … Continue reading
Undercity: the Bar
In the Undercity there is a bar that has a broken neon sign with only two letters still intact and glowing. The rest of the letters have been long since removed, carried off by enterprising thieves during the daytime, but … Continue reading
Left-handed white blood cell
Luke was lefthanded and enjoyed things that were particularly sour or bitter in taste. He was a quiet boy who did nothing to stand out, though his grades were good and he was polite enough to the other students. He … Continue reading
Poor Tom
Tom died when he turned fifteen. It was a spectacular death, if he did say so himself: practicing for his learner’s permit, with his father in the seat next to him, coaching him, they hit a slippery patch in the … Continue reading
Spring and Autumn
A long time ago, before the Sun-Queen and the Moon-King went their separate ways, the world was a very different place. Magic ran deep and steady through the veins of the world, and they spread so far that even those … Continue reading
The witch of the woods
Once upon a time, in a small village by a vast forest, there lived a girl named Scarlet, who wanted very much to be a witch. When she was old enough to be allowed away from her mother’s watchful eye, … Continue reading
