The Warming of an Age

Two corseted looks and a sweater dress

Grab That Helm

She went back  alone to the place where the second round had started and grabbing the stick helm of her own life back, she slowly began steering  it towards the right direction. Calmness surrounded her and peace turned inwards. As Burton said: ¨Conquer thyself, till thou hast done this, thou art but a slave; for it is almost as well to be subjected to another’s appetite…

Quick Exits

Is this were you live ? She asked. They were different, she knew it, but nothing had prepared her for the deep abyss that had begun to plunge deeper between them. A few years before she had travelled far and wide looking for answers, embarking on an endless external quest for that which could only live…

The Hipster and the Bell

She had become absent, almost dissociated, and failed to actually notice the fairy floating by her side. Did you? When she got back to town, she ran into a familiar face; recognizable only from his many images. Immediately she crashed as was the norm with her. And she was pleased then relieved, as it allowed…