Category: 200-words only

Sophea T. Amari

Sitting on the moon

Neat as a pin. She folded her hands tidily over her lap and started whistling a strange, haunting tune. The moon smiled as he watched her, how angelic she looked. “Come along, September, driving in October. Dreadful cloudy storms ahead, usher in November,” she sang. Her voice was melodic and pure. The stars beamed in …

Sophea T. Amari

The Fallen

He wandered through the darkened streets, looking up at the windows of houses. In the distance, the church bell rang with a loud peal. He closed his white hands over his ears, straining, hurting. Beauty in pain, he was once told. Embrace who you are, what you have become. His heart pounded beneath his chest. …