Vignettes
These are short, standalone fiction pieces.
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Ghosts and Glass
Ever since I was young, I have been told I possess a photographic memory. True enough, I do have an affinity toward remembering certain information—the names of animals, the definitions of words, the molar mass of common elements—but by no means does this imply I remember my experiences well. Here, my memory is frustrating unreliable. Continue reading
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Through My Shadow
Beneath a veil of golden light, the crowd swayed. The exchange of smiles and conversation was punctuated arrhythmically by the chime of laughter and wine glasses. It was unintelligible. Their bodies blurred together like the shadows of shifting leaves, and whatever words they shared were drowned amidst the simultaneous utterances of a dozen others. It Continue reading