Xanadu
 

Feeling the worn leather reminds him of the seats that used to cradle him as his father drove. Hearing the purr of the engine makes him...

Gentle, lifeless curls held the strands of his scent. Her hands danced through it—the soap and water granted him a temporary redemption....

A palette of orange and pink painted across the sky that evening. Comforting warm air enveloped the scene, though they remained still in...

The stage lights shine down, glistening against my guitar that's resting lightly on its stand. The pulse of the floor, surely matching...

The sweet scent of his body, his soft skin brushing against his arm, overrules the foolish child with emotions he has never known before....

Each day new masses flow in. Familiar and unfamiliar faces disembark off the train, some to be seen, and others to remain unseen. Terror...

Don’t speak, they’ll hear you. Don’t move, they’ll see you. You can’t see them, but you always feel their gaze, don’t you? The eye is...

A man fights with his wife. The inconsequential matters of day to day life create a rift. Arguments and hastily spoken words poison the...

I can smell it—a stench of mold, old paper, and dark humors, wafting down the corridor as it takes slow, shuddering steps towards me. The...

You stand there, hunched over stacks of books and paper, mind whirring. The Vitruvian man is divinely created from your charcoal. Your...