By: Grace Crouthamel A warm room somewhere, chapped lips and the taste of cigarettes still on my breath. A sliver of my being, callous but coarse – what little is left. I can offer you a fashionable loneliness the last laughs of a dying star a billion miles away, a few centimeters between a raindrop…Continue Reading But What Can I Offer You?
By: Grace Crouthamel Once there was a rich man who lived happily with his wife for a long time, they had one little girl. The wife became ill, deathly ill, and called upon her daughter and said, “Dear I must leave you now.” And she did, as one did in these hard times. Soon the little girl’s…Continue Reading Aschenputtel: A Cinderella Retelling
By: Joanna Messineo Darkness is Fear The light clicks off and you’re all alone in the room. Trust me, there are no monsters here, Mom had promised, but that was easier to believe when the light from the hall had seeped into all the corners of your room. Now, those same corners are blanketed…Continue Reading Thoughts on Darkness