Kuukua and the Cavorting Cups

I like the beginning of this story particularly because it’s a foreshadowing of other things I plan to do with the whole On the Ceiling project. It’s (hopefully) more than just an 8-part short story series, although it’s that too. For this reason, I’m going to post a longer “sneak-peak” excerpt than I usually do. […]

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Kuukua and the Sliding Sneakers

Welcome to the 4th short story in my On the Ceiling series! If you’ve read the first three, thank you for making it this far. If you haven’t, here’s the hyperlink for #1, the hyperlink for #2, and the hyperlink for #3. Download the PDF for #4 right here: Kuukua and the Sliding Sneakers. For a […]

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Dive (flash fiction)

As I stand on the edge of this precipice, I know I am in no danger – yet, every cell of my body is telling me that I am about to die. My mind is still not strong enough to tell my body to be quiet. I, of all people, should not have this problem, […]

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Kuukua and the Haunted Hair

Hello, and welcome to the third installment of my On the Ceiling series! If you want to start from the beginning, here’s a link to OTC #1: Kuukua and the Magical Markers. And here’s a link to OTC #2: Kuukua and the Twisting Tablecloth. Now, here’s the first few words of Kuukua and the Haunted […]

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The Problem With Miracles

After the excessive drama, the screaming, crying and the mess of the all-night, after the echoes of the tongues of prayer so loud that they left your ears ringing for hours, after all this, you are alone. The buzz has worn off. Your life returns to the regular, the last embers of fireworks in your […]

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I was broken and I wrote and

I was broken and I wrote and I was pathetic about it, and I whined, sniffed, groveled and self-pitied my way to the last full-stop and when it was done, I found I had the stamina to keep going and to want to live. Nothing about my life changed, but I had allowed myself to […]

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