as the trees keep on growing, growing higher

She hasn't spoken to me in eight days. There have been lapses before; I mean, this isn't the first time. Sometimes she's gone for three or four days without so much as a brushing glance. But this...this feels different. There was that time in middle school where she decided she was too cool for me.… Continue reading as the trees keep on growing, growing higher


The Midnight Titanic

A short story inspired entirely by this. I squinted with sleep-blurred eyes at my clock. The green, glowing numbers told me it was exactly 12:00 a.m. So why had I woken up? I rolled over, pulling the blankets up to my chin, and closed my eyes. I opened them. Music. Someone was playing the piano.… Continue reading The Midnight Titanic