Stories: An Archive

• Deep Down

  18 August 2004
  "There's something less than enjoyable about walking the city's streets. The store windows are black. I don't know why they insist on tinting them; it only screws up the reflection and makes the city all the more inhospitable..."

• Fragments, Shards, and Other Things

  High School
  "I looked at the bandage around my arm. I couldn't remember exactly why it was there. It was dark reddish-brown; dried blood, I presumed. Though that didn't explain why it was on my left arm, which was what I wanted to know..."

• Razor Mirror

  High School
  "The night was black. A lifeless moon hung in the sky like dull alloy. Stars were littered about everywhere, giving off their gray light. But it was more of a glow than any kind of light, and the night's black covered everything like spilled ink..."