heartache – Jordyn Saelor

REmemory

In the memory, you sit on a silver egg. It’s as round as you are tall, and your fur-lined shoe fits on one of its beige polka dots. Your hair’s black and

AFter a FAshion

I found you, after a fashion. I found the memory of a dragon who found you, sixteen years through witch school, less than half her way toward graduation (if it took

8- Gredients

Acid breath has no practical purpose for a hunting creature. Hunting supplies food for eating and acid corrodes what you’d eat. Fire breath, too, might scorch your meal just as easily as cook

It’s late, love, and I can’t sleep. I should sleep though, should go, the clock is ticking to tomorrow and I know the slow explosion of exhaustion will drag me down eventually. I mean, I’m sorry, I should sleep, should take myself down before the grenade does, but I can’t lie, tomorrow morning I’ll be pulling myself late out of bed either way. So I’m still awake.

Scribble the Sun

Scribble safflower petals around the sun, dye the moon a neon egg. Color curly-cues into the meadows so the scars and dust of flame and heartache might one day melt into art.

Tara’s Story: clipped voice in the dark void

They found Nick in the backyard, curled under a blanket behind the tree. Tara pressed next to her sister in the window, looking where she pointed. The reedy tree trunk wasn’t even wide enough to conceal him. “Did either of you hear him? When he snuck away?” Quinn asked, pressed against Tamy’s other side. TaraContinue reading “Tara’s Story: clipped voice in the dark void”