Beyond Bone

The sky glows white and bright and blinding. I shield my eyes with my hand and am brought back to my childhood, palm covering my face as I counted 7-8-9-10, ready or not, here I come. Back then my palms were always oily and sticky from shorteats—cutlets and patties and deep-fried spiced dough—and honey-sweet treats … More Beyond Bone

Hairline Fracture

It is with much skepticism that Maynard Vijaya considers a new hairline. He thumbs through the catalog of possibilities: the widow’s peak, the low hairline, the high hairline. Well, those are the only three options, really. Except for the receding hairline, which he already has. But the pages of the catalog reveal all of the … More Hairline Fracture

One Piece at a Time

Jan woke up to the scratchy tickle of a tumbleweed rolling over her face. It was a strange sensation. Like she was trapped in some underworld where scribbly creatures danced over dead bodies. When she opened her eyes, she saw a solid block of gray—a blank nothingness. But then she turned her head and saw … More One Piece at a Time

Daydream Believer

When my daydream manifested as reality, I was 13 years old. Sitting in English class, nose buried in A Wrinkle in Time, I began sniffling uncontrollably. That wasn’t the daydream…but that was the unfortunate backdrop against which my daydream came true. The classroom was a graveyard and my classmates appeared dead. They were, in fact, … More Daydream Believer

The Flatmate

The teakettle shrieked as Isabelle trudged across the flat to retrieve it.  She was in no hurry.  Let it scream, she thought.  She wished she could.  But Isabelle was lost in melancholia.  Screaming about Billy’s betrayal seemed too much effort.  Instead, she had been nestling within the sanctuary of sleep, still occupying only her side … More The Flatmate

A Many-Splendored Thing

When Godfrey Chasm woke up on Sunday afternoon with crusty eyes and cottonball-mouth, he felt groggy but relieved. He hadn’t slept a wink for almost two weeks, not when thoughts of his newly minted ex-girlfriend, Lenora Lymehart, tormented him like a storm crashing down upon a man already drowning. But last night, somehow…last night, he had … More A Many-Splendored Thing

What’s in a Name?

Originally posted on Cup of Whimsy:
Rumi Wilde had the uncomfortable feeling that she would never be able to live up to her name. She was, of course, named after the celebrated Persian poet and Sufi mystic, Jalāl ad-Dīn Muhammad Rūmī, and also had the misfortune of bearing the surname evocative of the great Irish…