for a living, i predict death. not with crystal balls nor palmistry nor stars and astrology, but with tables and numbers and a dash of information— distributions and statistics and mathematical inspiration. sometimes i feel like a reaper, though i don’t steal life; i can only forecast the eventual strife.
hope is a thing you cannot see,but it’s real, as real, as can be.when you’re upset, about to cry—recall that feeling of flying high. hope is a thing you cannot touch,not when it’s easy, not when it’s too much.a slow crescendo, a refrain—hope is a thing you cannot drain.
I never understood the appeal of royalty names—Victoria, Elizabeth, Eleanor—but when I met her, her rich chocolate hair cascading over creamy skin, it made some kind of sense. Ironically, she hated her full name (“Call me Betty,” she said, extending a neatly manicured hand when we’d met.), much like she despised any hints of pretentious […]
They said the moon fell in love with the sun. That was not the beginning. This was: “Have you ever felt love?” the moon asked, one night when it was full to bursting. “The kind that’s blinding, effervescent, and free?” “I think so,” the sun said wistfully. “Once, with a distant star. Or maybe a […]
We stood at the edge of a canyon, wind in our hair, cloudless sky above, whispers echoing below. Somewhere, a rock clattered free. Dust swirled. We were eclipsed by the majesty of nature; the moment felt confessional, as if all our words had greater meaning because we were droplets in a river. “I never told […]
For Serene’s OC Chance at subeta. A companion to “Lucky Cards.” ### The dice clatter on the sidewalk, and I grin. Eleven. Skateboarding off of rooftops. Today will be aces. It sounds dangerous, but I’m a spirit. Nothing hurts anymore. I sometimes wish it did, a lesson learned far too late. Life was boring, though […]
For noemi’s pet Firaffe on subeta. ### A small mountain of ash fell on Firaffe’s head. Another leaf burned. His stomach rumbled. If only his horns would go out, he thought. Firaffe shook his head, and the resulting breeze made the flames flicker once, twice, three times, and they lit back up. It gave him […]
The roses were not a surprise. The shoe was. It was a breezy day on Lake Michigan, under a willow tree and atop a gingham blanket. “William,” Cynthia asked, laughing, “what are you doing?” “Proposing,” he answered easily. “If you’d let me. You’re always saying you need more shoes, so I thought this’d be practical.” […]
For Serene’s OC Yurei on Subeta. ### I wander the lands, turn over my cards, and my vision blurs. The Fool: a woman, a runaway dog, an incoming car. I must find her, and say — Threads of possibilities are everywhere I look, like partially woven tapestries. Some are fateful, others not. None of it […]
It was a mistake leaving Rebecca, Michael realized. There were no more cutesy notes in his brown-bag lunches, nor feet curled in his lap over breakfast. It was the small things he missed most. He still remembered how she took her coffee (with milk and too much sugar), how she smiled (tentative and bracketed by […]