fiction – Northern Loss

Grains of Sand

Who I am is with you. Who I’ve been is with you. Every piece of myself I had, I gave to you. Here, on these beaches. I know that even once it hits and the sky goes black, the blue will remain. Turquoise waters and cloudless skies in your eyes that I’ll never forget. YouContinue reading “Grains of Sand”

Letter from Loos

September 23, 1915 – Loos, France My dear Paul, I’m so deathly afraid I will never see your face again. At night, in between fitful nightmares of war machines, I dream of your face, your smile in the gardens, your tender embrace. They comfort me, but vanish quickly into the morning fog. Another awful dayContinue reading “Letter from Loos”

in the wind

sometimes I still see you out there on those fall nights when everyone else is asleep when the air is cold and a crisp wind stirs loose leaves below my window. waiting, in the dark please come home please come home please come home. The posters will become rain-soaked, torn from phone poles, laid toContinue reading “in the wind”

Put My Name on Your List

You’re not just anyone I don’t know where the song came from. Ask any of my friends, they know I listen to a lot of music. Like, a lot, a lot. I thought it might have been from some playlist I added to my library, where I accidentally tapped the little “+” button that madeContinue reading “Put My Name on Your List”

Divine Intervention – Part 2

Anyway, yeah, the dreams kept going and I kept being shown things. They never scared me, and I never felt like I was in any danger. I felt that whatever was communicating with me might’ve been though. All that stuff about being trapped gave me the distinct impression that this being was not in aContinue reading “Divine Intervention – Part 2”

Divine Intervention – Part 1

You probably hate me. I don’t blame you, either. If I were you, I’d probably hate myself too. After all, what kind of person does what I did, is responsible for so much terror, and feels no remorse? A psychopath? No. A villain? Maybe to the newsfeeds. But I’m neither of those. I’m a believer.Continue reading “Divine Intervention – Part 1”

Your Last Night in the City

Maybe you had a notion of what you’d find there, and accepted it subconsciously, some hidden part of you relieved that it was finally going to be over. Probably, more likely, you didn’t, and in your desperation, you followed the scattered breadcrumbs without thinking about what their very existence implied. Peter had left for aContinue reading “Your Last Night in the City”

Knowing

It’s been 10 years since the disaster, and we’re still finding bodies. People, trapped in their escape pods, their final moments recorded like messages in cosmic bottles, bodies perfectly preserved in the aerobic environment of their last hope. Back when it happened, everyone was still so scrambled, everything was such a mess, there were noContinue reading “Knowing”