The Lighthouse
I woke with the dawn that morning. The sunlight fell in through the window and it was moments before I realized where I was. The bed was as hard as frozen hay beneath me....
Author: Noelle Currie
Forest Creatures: Ember – Part Three
Short Story For a small pocket of time the humans were happy in the forest. Their laughter was louder than the whispering birds. I gave them their privacy, lighting myself on fire when another...
Rosemary’s Heart
Rosemary walked around with her right palm pressed over her chest. She was beautiful and I was not the only man who loved her. She stood against walls at parties, a slight smile on...
Flash Fiction Exercises
Dry: One Syllable Rejection He stands from the bed, as if I’d gone. His strides are long as he moves to the edge of the room. His spine pokes up through his skin when he...
A Book in Summer: A Short Pantoum
A breeze turns the pages. Beneath my hand the periwinkle drips from the bluebells and in between my toes. The green pushes up, stretching for the sun. Who can no longer spare warmth? The...
Beat – Part Three
Short Story Air flooded into my lungs in a shuddering gasp, the silence blinding me. No. No. No. “Eric, is everything all right?” The teacher was walking toward me in slow motion, but I was...
Forest Creatures: Paper Bird – Part Two
Serial Fantasy The other birds remained mostly in the trees. They crowded together in a tangled and haunted mess of whispers. When one of the other four legged creatures passed beneath the tree, they...
Heart: A Short Pantoum
Pantoum Poem The heart must crack. To accept more love, first it will break. It will become full and burst into one thousand sparking bits. To make room, the heart must split its seams...
O is for Orphan
It seems that the sea is home after all. I labored on the churning brine since boyhood, hauling in the bulging nets, scraping my hands on the antiquated equipment, lulled to sleep by the...
Forest Creatures: Nushka – Part One
Short Story The creature’s name was Nushka although she didn’t know it yet. She was a child of the forest and her name was whatever tune the wind decided to whistle. Her name was...
Mary In The Moonlight – Part Two
Short Story As soon as Thomas was able to prop himself upright, he made it his quest to reach the window. On the fourth night after his surgery, he forced himself out of bed and...
