Pieces of fiction

The most bitter kind of tea: reality.

  “Don’t tell anyone I’m here” She visited me on a cold winter night and I was worried she had walked all the way from heaven.   I asked her if she had trouble reaching me and she said she never did.   We sat in my bed and whispered our latest secrets to each… Continue reading The most bitter kind of tea: reality.

Pieces of fiction · Self-discovery

Snow Belle Flake

Eight months ago I don't know why I'm crammed in this room. It's too small for all of us to fit. Mom left me here alone, and I'm too young to understand why. I think she threw me away because I'm different. I'm not like my siblings and cousins. I don't know how to walk properly… Continue reading Snow Belle Flake