Rin watched her warm breath given life as it hit the cool air. Misting outwards in long tendrils before disappearing back into nothingness. Everything about the day marked the coming of winter, the cool air, the overcast skies. But autumn still lingered in some places.

This was one of those places. She looked out over the sea of grass before her, noting the petite wild flowers that kissed its win...

Whirling and swirling

Your mood shifts like the changing winds

Violent and full of force

I stand, a wall amidst the chaos

Unmoving and unbreaking

Though I crumble a little

Your tears fall like rain

Your rain whips at my heart like tiny razors

Still I stand, unmoving and unbreaking

At least while you’re storming

Late at night I am my own storm

Until I quiet to a trickle

For you once more, unmoving ...

It’s been 16 days since I landed in this hellhole of a time and the thing I miss most is my beard. Or perhaps it’s more that I miss not having to shave EVERY damn morning. The effort of having to get up early and make sure that I am freshly groomed so I don’t seem like some kind of vagabond is exhausting. Then, my feet touch the floor and as the ice cold shoots through to my joints I remember heat...

Lily feels the thud go through her body, her heart leaping in fright at the feeling. She had brought the umbrella with her because she knew it was going to rain, she smelt it in the air. Lily always had a keen sense for these kinds of things. She hadn’t seen this coming though.

Two beady eyes stare up, more beyond her than at her. Lily looks on in horror and then sadness as the bird just lays the...

Tap! There’s only one at first. Tap tap tap! More follow. Ever increasing until it becomes a symphony, roaring like a thousand fingernails tapping against a hard surface. Rhythmic but wild at the same time. Sometimes, the wind in all its heaving and swaying decides to dance with the drops. Forcing them harder against the beaten metal. Or softer, sweeping them away giving the surface a kind repriev...

It started as a drop

Tiny in an ocean so vast

And grew to fruition

Through fingers tapped

On cold smooth glass

Through voice given

And the support of loving arms

I could do this

It was all becoming real...

Can the time go by?

Can we still remain as this?

I don’t feel the time.

While we are apart, it’s naught.

Together we are easy....

I feel the lump form in my throat as I stare down the path, it feels almost akin to staring down the barrel of a gun, for me at least.

I keep watching, waiting for it to be swallowed up by the sea of grass that surrounds it. Like somehow it will make things easier if the choice to move forward was removed. But I know this needs to happen.

“Breathe” she says, as though my body is likely to forget...