Your mouth is filled with feathers to soften the blow of your words. They were once the ruffled costumes of birds who took off to retreat from the looming cold. Having found the golden shores and palm trees I never gave you, they stripped themselves naked and plucked themselves clean of residue from previous seasons. They have resigned to just walking away.
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Bed of Nails
The first night we slept on a bed of nails, you woke me up at 3 am and asked me “Honey, tell me again, why couldn’t we afford blankets?”
Introduction: This short story (and first attempt at flash fiction) is based on the song request of my awesome friend Kara Chung AKA thelostandprofound! Check out her photos and drawings. Holy moley. This one’s based on Paper Shoes by Incubus. A little disclaimer, there are no paper shoes in this story. At least not literal ones. Haha. Everything changed when you brought up the...
Introduction: My lovely friend, Apa, had the idea to take song requests and make stories out of them. I asked him if I could do the same thing, and he said he was okay with it. This short story is based on Wild Man by Kate Bush, as requested by Apa, whose tumblr you can find here. I know this needs a crapload of editing, but I don’t know what to change or add or remove anymore. “Do...