• ethel commented on the post, windows 1 month, 2 weeks ago

    Hairline cracks crawled up the window, and years of grime, dust and a lack of care tinted its edges yellow and brown. But rays of sunlight shone through its glass panes and scattered on the wooden boards beneath his feet.

    It didn’t matter that the window was unclean; it still gave him the best view in the house.

  • ethel commented on the post, announcement 1 month, 4 weeks ago

    “Hello, hello, ladies and gentlemen!” the emcee crowed into the microphone, one gloved hand sweeping out with a flourish. “We have an announcement to make!”

    The crowd settled, and thousands of pairs of eyes turned to the man in the top hat and purple-yellow two-piece suit standing behind the podium.

    The man’s white-painted face stretched…[Read more]

  • ethel commented on the post, editor 1 month, 4 weeks ago

    “Mm,” said John.

    “Mm? What do you mean by, mm? Is it good enough to be published or not?”

    “Look, kid,” the editor sighed, “I’ll be honest with you. I can’t tell the difference between half of your characters, and your writing style is a little…” He made a so-so gesture with a hand. “…fan fiction-y.”

    The girl stared at him, eyes wide…[Read more]

  • ethel commented on the post, haircut 2 months ago

    “Totally,” Jasmine tried. She flipped her hair. Dyed blonde strands stuck to her forehead.

    The casting director stared at her, eyelids lowered and chin propped in his palm.

    “Next,” he told her.

  • ethel commented on the post, haircut 2 months ago

    Word: ‘juvenile’

    She’s not sure why she continues doing this – crouched behind the church, a cigarette in one hand and a lighter she swiped from her kitchen counter in the other.

    With the flick of a thumb, a spark bursts into a flame. It burns bright and almost holy, illuminating the shriveled leaves strewn across the dark, dusty alley.…[Read more]

  • ethel commented on the post, fading 2 months, 1 week ago

    Her form flickered, and in that split second, he had a sudden thought that he must have dreamed her up.

    A blink, and she reappeared, brushing the ridges and alcoves of the cave in her scarlet-tinged glow and casting light shadows behind his seated figure.

  • ethel commented on the post, irritable 2 months, 1 week ago


    Dana blinked, pulling her hands out of her pockets. Turning to her friend, she started at the anger on her face. Jen was glaring at a spot in the cityscape below them, black irises seemingly darker than ever despite the little moonlight that could be seen tonight. Distantly, Dana wondered what she could focus on through the…[Read more]

  • ethel commented on the post, relate 2 months, 2 weeks ago

    He was so cold a man, she wondered if his bones might snap in half as easily as frozen twigs did in the winter. His spindly, shriveled demeanor accentuated this brittleness about him: his face a pallid canvas brushed with faded freckles, shoulders and back curved about a hollow torso, sagging skin wrapped around knees that failed to close the gap…[Read more]

  • ethel commented on the post, clockwork 2 months, 2 weeks ago

    Right on time, the gears of the ancient machine began to shift. Their oiled teeth pressed against each other in a quiet grind, letting a soft hum reverberate through the empty castle halls.

  • ethel commented on the post, fields 2 months, 2 weeks ago

    The semi-trailers trampled the fields of grass, their silhouettes sharp against the vivid reds of a rising sun. They were leviathans gliding across the surface of an ocean of guarded secrets, as their teeth crushed the fat, glistening blades and befell the wildflowers and bugs nestled between them, forming intertwining patterns in movements so…[Read more]

  • ethel commented on the post, fields 2 months, 2 weeks ago

    The Fields of Asphodel were brimming with the ghosts of sunflowers.

    They danced to memories of the summer breeze, and brightened for the spirits that drifted past them, ignorant of the absent sunlight and coarse, cracked ground.

  • ethel commented on the post, harmonica 2 months, 2 weeks ago

    The notes rang high, but she pushed her voice higher, tensing her stomach and opening the airways in her throat, just like she had practiced. It reminded her of waves, of tides rolling over the surface of each other, steadily building in momentum and strength. Oh, she could see it, herself, wrapped in silks and dusted with glitter, her song…[Read more]

  • ethel commented on the post, tiled 2 months, 3 weeks ago

    The tiled floors ran orange, the crushed stalks of fungi scattered over a paint of dust and spores, like an overturned container of thumbtacks long forgotten in an abandoned classroom.

  • ethel commented on the post, bark 2 months, 3 weeks ago

    “You,” she whispered, teeth a harsh white in the dimness of the room, “are all bark and no bite.”

    Her legs straddled his chest, mockingly reminiscent of how they had hugged his hips mere moments ago. She wrapped fingers – moisturized and nail-painted – around his windpipe, and another hand gripped the hilt of the ceremonial knife…[Read more]

  • ethel commented on the post, unopened 2 months, 4 weeks ago

    Now THAT was an unopened can of worms which nobody wanted to touch. So naturally, it was left to him to do so.

    That’s what he had thought, at least.

    When he opened his mouth and spoke, and all the past months’ of hard work fell apart like Jenga blocks, everyone turned to him. He realised then that maybe the can of worms had remained sealed…[Read more]

  • ethel commented on the post, windy 3 months ago

    It was a windy day today, perfect for blood lust and war. If you take a sniff, you can scent the intoxicating smell of metal and rot.

    I wonder what my mother would think of me right now. Of me, standing over the corpse of my best friend and lover, only the first in the very long line of women and men to come.

  • ethel commented on the post, flannel 3 months ago

    Dressed in his flannel shirt, she can’t help but grin. “Thanks so much for the present, sweetie,” she gushes to the little grey cross stuck into the ground before her.

    She flicked away the flecks of soil clinging to his shirt – hers now. Then, dropping a soggy bouquet of flowers beside the grave, she spun on her heels and left for her car.

  • ethel commented on the post, burning 3 months ago

    The city around him burned.

    Towers crumbled, tarmac melted, people screamed and cried. He wondered if this was what he truly wanted, when he had given the genie his wish.

  • ethel commented on the post, mode 5 months, 3 weeks ago

    I’m in such a depressed mode lately. What do my parents have to gain by preventing me from becoming independent, from learning – in the first place – to function as an adult? I’m sheltered, and while I’m definitely appreciative of all that’s been done and sacrificed for me… shouldn’t there be a time where you’ll just have to let go? Don’t even…[Read more]

  • ethel commented on the post, mercy 6 months, 1 week ago

    “Please,” he gasped, knees pressed tight against the pebbled ground, fists wound around the fabric of his loose pants. “Spare my child. She is our only memory of your wife.”