The writing dream (there are many but I’ve had this one the longest) is to publish a coffee table book … More
Her hands twitched pleasingly as she grabbed at the memory of sand sifting through her fingers. The distance felt immeasurable … More
Her skin melted into the sand and she drank from it as though it was the fountain of youth: It … More
She tried to trick her nightmares by sleeping with her eyes open. Instead she remained awake: her cruelest nightmare of … More
I never thought that dream would come. My nights are often infiltrated by the fears of the world and bruised … More
“I’m awake but my body is tired.” I would whine as my eyes readied themselves to fall into sand mans … More
The Clock Strikes One.
The sound of silence is a ticking clock. You know the necessity for the space around you has been deleted … More