The Gravity That Binds Us
"I stood on the edge of destiny, where ancient stones met
Urban Fantasy
The Night I Defied the Earth's Pull
I stood at the water’s edge, where gravity usually pins me
The Bride Who Walks Through Fire
They told me to stay in the light. That warmth is a
The Golden Arc of Healing
I exist as a suspended angle. My arms, extended at the precise
The Thaw Point
I stood at the threshold of her world, where the air inside
The Witch's First Cup of Tea
The moon is a heavy, cold coin hanging in the sky, and
Rendered in the Blue Hour
The render engine is humming. I can hear it, you know. That
Ghost Light Bloom
The city exhales a cold breath, doesn’t it? Another night slick
The City’s Softest Echo
He always said my laughter sounded like wind chimes in a summer
Ephemeral Echoes
The city tasted like ash and regret, a familiar flavor I’d
The Geometry of Longing
He said he liked the way I looked in this. Said it
Ephemeral Bloom
The city hums, a low thrum of data streams and fractured lives.
