• Brill commented on the post, sweep 6 years, 11 months ago

    The broom moves over the tile, a whisper in the darkness, when he hears the crack.

    Jim looks up, startled, the broom held close to his chest, eyes roaming the dark basement. Nothing moves in those dark, forbidden shadows; nothing emerges from the night.

    With a sigh, Jim returns to his duties–

    unaware of the white fingers settling on his…[Read more]

  • Brill commented on the post, cry 6 years, 11 months ago

    It starts as a leak. A hole in the dam.

    Her hands hang by her sides as she looks at him, his open and earnest face, the words still ringing in her ears. Her flesh is glass, brittle, with the slightest weight against it enough to break the surface–

    The first tear falls.

    She collapses into his arms.

  • Brill commented on the post, solution 7 years, 1 month ago

    She looks at the box, the edges trimmed with lace and the smooth, heart-imprinted sides.

    “Well of course,” she says to herself, pushing her glasses to the bridge of her nose. “Uncle said their HAD to be a solution. So of course there must be one. He would not give me this otherwise.”

    Satisfied, she set to work.

  • Brill commented on the post, forth 7 years, 1 month ago

    In the darkness, she sat, and heard the roar of the crowd around her.

    It was too late now. Too late to convince them that she was innocent. That she hadn’t fired the arrow that killed the Prince’s […]

  • Brill commented on the post, charge 7 years, 1 month ago

    The enemy lines were a dark line against the horizon, jagged silhouettes and roars of loyalty to their nation.

    The prince bit his lip, thinking of his father back home–the father sick and weary, the people who […]

  • Brill commented on the post, shown 7 years, 1 month ago

    Her mind reeled from the images she saw, etched forever in her mind. Her father, standing over her sister’s body. A knife in his hand, dripping with blood, and the smooth, glassy look on his face as he looked […]

  • Brill commented on the post, raised 7 years, 1 month ago

    I imagine the way my mother raised me–strength with steel. There are parts of it I regret. There are parts of it I don’t.

    Why? Why did she stand there while father watched me dig a needle out of cow dung […]

  • Brill commented on the post, entrance 7 years, 1 month ago

    Janice stands in the doorway and listens.

    It’s all so loud from where she stands. All body glitter and paint, and pounding bass she can feel through the floor. These people are beautiful; she is practically […]

  • Brill commented on the post, civilize 7 years, 1 month ago

    I thought the other day of the lands of the Indians–sacred grounds that tourists muddle with filthy shoes and camera flashes, with tacky bright shirts and too-wide smiles.

    I think of the natives, whose voice […]

  • Brill commented on the post, bury 7 years, 1 month ago

    The land beneath her stood stacked neatly on either side of the grave.

    She held a rose in her hand–a yellow thing, starting to wilt and curl at the edges. Her father’s casket rested in front of her, nestled […]

  • Brill commented on the post, upper 7 years, 2 months ago

    I think, sometimes, of the attic and the blackness it holds. I think of my father, coming down the ladder, spreading dust and dirt and corruption on newly-mopped floors.

    Sometimes, above me, I hear creaking […]

  • Brill commented on the post, since 7 years, 2 months ago

    Since my brother has left, I’m not sure what to think.

    I feel torn–stuck in his shadow, like I’m the older sibling they forgot. Crouched in the darkness that blots out the sun.

    On the other hand, I have […]

  • Brill commented on the post, gone 7 years, 2 months ago

    She watched until sunlight winked off of the back of the taxi–just a flicker, enough to make her raise her hand to her eyes. Then it was gone.

    He was gone.

    She turned on her heel, a slow pirouette. She […]

  • Brill commented on the post, wet 7 years, 2 months ago

    “Ah–Arthur.” Francis’s voice tightened as he walked up to the stop, the same way his arms tightened around his briefcase. “What a–delight to see you.”

    Arthur merely looked at his wavy hair, plastered about […]

  • Brill commented on the post, fresh 7 years, 2 months ago

    “Just taste it, all right?”

    She rolled her eyes, but offered her open mouth. The look on his face, flash of white teeth and brightened eyes, was worth it as she took a bite.

    It crunched, loud enough that […]

  • Brill commented on the post, dominant 7 years, 2 months ago

    “How’s the cuffs?”

    He pulls a little bit, not enough to hurt but just enough to dig. “Fine,” he says. “I’ll tell you if they’re too tight.”

    “How’s your heart?”

    This question, lowered to his ear. […]

  • Brill commented on the post, mass 7 years, 2 months ago

    The flesh throbbed and oozed and dripped. Blood, coagulated and thick, splattered on the floor.

    Janet looked into one wide, pale blue eye–one of the opening maws filled with human teeth. And she willed her […]

  • Brill commented on the post, happy 7 years, 2 months ago

    “Are you happy?”

    “What kind of question is that?” she asks, looking from his arm around her shoulder up towards his chin. He doesn’t look at her, his gaze fixed over the wide expanse of grass and […]

  • Brill commented on the post, possible 7 years, 2 months ago

    He stands at the edge of the cliff, and the straps of his parachute hug his shoulders tight.

    For just one moment–just one–he looks over his shoulder. At his brother, bald and weak with chemo, still smiling. […]

  • Brill commented on the post, scene 7 years, 2 months ago

    Detective Frolo pauses, his fingers lingering over a piece of evidence. He sees the body. He finally sees the body.

    His eyes stay fixed, his expression blank as he walks over, pressing fingertips to the back […]