Rebecca A Hyde Gonzales
Bio
I love to write. I have a deep love for words and language; a budding philologist (a late bloomer according to my father). I have been fascinated with the construction of sentences and how meaning is derived from the order of words.
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The Canvas of Light
“Light is what we make when the season leans toward silence.” Winter never arrives here the way it does in stories. It comes as a cool breath through the coastal hills, thin as silk, smelling faintly of citrus and sea salt. By December, the evenings settle into that particular stillness that belongs only to Southern California — when the wind falls quiet after sunset and the sky holds its last blue like glass.
By Rebecca A Hyde Gonzales3 months ago in Humans
The Breath Between Worlds
“Every door we draw is a promise waiting to keep itself.” The knock arrives between heartbeats—three soft pulses against wood that do not sound like knuckles so much as someone tapping a rhythm they learned from breathing. Your skin prickles before your mind decides to be afraid. The sound lands somewhere behind your ribs; you feel your pulse answer it, uneven. Cool air slips across the back of your neck, where your hair has come loose, a small reminder that you are animal before you are artist.
By Rebecca A Hyde Gonzales3 months ago in Fiction
The Mirror of Color
Every hue is a doorway; every shade a choice. You lift the lid from a jar of pigment and the room changes temperature by a single breath—warmer, then warmer still. The color inside looks less like paint and more like a pulse. It stirs the air, rippling the lamplight, a living ember you can hold without being burned.
By Rebecca A Hyde Gonzales3 months ago in Fiction
The Unraveling Line
“One glimpse is enough to unravel the world.” You lean in and peer—eye to the smallest opening you can find: a thin, curved seam of graphite on last night’s page, a keyhole drawn by your own hand. The lamp throws its warm circle over the desk. Dust drifts in it like slow stars. You hold your breath and look closer, closer still.
By Rebecca A Hyde Gonzales3 months ago in Fiction
