Stream of Consciousness
Duel with the Devil
Prelude What was it about Charlie Brown that captured the hearts and minds of children. Was it the lack of depth and considerable negative space on the characters’ faces? Thoughtfully, embellished by rainbow displays of primary colors, those collective traits like crayons and coloring books.
By Chela Bradshaw2 years ago in Fiction
The Buried Truth
When Grandma died, we were all summoned home for her burial. Despite being 21 years old, I had never met her. My dad had always kept us, his children, away from his mother, a decision that had mystified us for years. I am the only daughter among six siblings, with two older and three younger brothers.
By Oluwatosin Tade2 years ago in Fiction
To Dream is to Forget. Content Warning.
"I've dreamed a lot. I'm tired now from dreaming, but not tired of dreaming. No one tires of dreaming, because to dream is to forget, and forgetting does not weigh on us, it is a dreamless sleep throughout which we remain awake." - Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet
By Paul Stewart2 years ago in Fiction
The Labyrinth of Memories
For as long as Clara could remember, she had been haunted by a recurring dream. Every night, like clockwork, she would find herself in the same place: a vast, ever-changing labyrinth of stone and shadow. The corridors twisted and turned, their paths never the same twice, and the walls seemed to pulse with a life of their own, whispering secrets that danced just beyond the edge of her consciousness.
By Maribel Golosino2 years ago in Fiction
