metaphysical fiction
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They say doing the same thing over and over again is crazy. Some of us call it consistency. Consistency looks crazy to people who have none. The rest of us keep on keeping on because it is what it is. There was a shop at the end of a narrow city street that only appeared…
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Death arrived eleven minutes late to his own trial. The courtroom had been full since dawn. Every pew behind the railing was occupied by someone carrying evidence. A widow held a wedding ring between her thumb and forefinger. A father had brought a baseball glove that had not been used in nine years. An old…
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Before Nyx learned how to take, she knew how to see. As a child, she vanished into the trees that lined the backyard like old sentinels. The grass grew wild there, fed by roots older than the house itself. She played barefoot in the dirt, palms dark with soil, arranging stones, leaves, and bones into…
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Alice does not fall into this place. She arrives the way people do when they’ve followed every rule and still feel wrong. The entrance reads ORDINARY, the letters clean, helpful, impossible to argue with. At the door, they fit her with a jacket. Not to restrain her, they explain. To support her. It closes gently.…
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She was already there long before the demon noticed the world changing. Not above it.Not outside it.Inside it. Moving through moments most people never remember. Standing in doorways that never make the story. Sitting beside beds where decisions hang in the air before they become consequences. The angel does not stop life.She redirects it. A…
