• ethel commented on the post, silverware 11 months ago

    Laid out on the table were spoons of all sizes, all he’d never seen before, forks, chopsticks, plates and bowls and glasses, and- It was never-ending, it seemed.

    Yet, the silverware lay beneath the wooden boards just underneath his bed. For the first time in his life, his silver tongue provided no defense.

  • ethel commented on the post, nightlight 11 months, 2 weeks ago

    The lights of the nightclub pulsed, the bodies under them writhing, necks bared and hips rolling.

  • ethel commented on the post, circus 1 year ago

    She was a circus clown; red nosed, pale cheeks and eyes fixedly wide from having seen too much, set into her small, chubby face. She’s dressed up, put in garnish yellows and blurry flower patterns, picked up from the imitation vintage boutique at the fringes of the city’s downtown.

  • ethel commented on the post, imbalance 1 year ago

    Never in her life had she felt as if the world was tilted sideways. She was stumbling around in a cold, dark room, with hallways that branched left right up down. Which way should she go? Did that direction lead to where she had come from?

    All she knew was this: Whatever happened, she could not stay.

  • ethel commented on the post, logical 1 year, 1 month ago

    It wasn’t logical, what I was doing. Missing a date, switching decisions seconds after I’ve made them, taking a nap right before class. It didn’t make any sense. Yet, maybe it was what I needed, if only to force myself to pick up my pieces, and turn everything logical again.

  • ethel commented on the post, lessons 1 year, 8 months ago

    There are many lessons in life we learn. The small ones, the ones your parents tell you – be a good boy and Santa will give you a present; come back with an A and we’ll get you that new iPhone. Then there are the big ones – the one where we lay on our deathbeds and think: I should’ve lived my life when I had the chance.

  • ethel commented on the post, windows 1 year, 12 months 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 2 years 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 2 years 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 years 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 years 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 years 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 years 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 years 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 years 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 years 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 years 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 years, 1 month 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 years, 1 month 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 years, 1 month 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]