The trains roar above and below. They never stop here. Never above and below, and never in the dark station where I am raising and dropping my knife, raising and dropping my knife, again and again into the bloody hollow… Continue reading

Some said it was bad luck that they were twins. Like it would have been less eerie, less a sign of bad things coming, to find just one child in the forest. Worst luck how they were found, curled together… Continue reading

It would be the last thing I ever did, probably, but I still want to ask her, sometimes. To give up running, go back, and look her in the eye. Do you love me? Can you love something that you… Continue reading

“I’m scared.” “Don’t be,” she told him, the tiny boy whose name she didn’t even know, and heard the words clumsy and insensitive and terribly adult from her own lips. Didn’t she remember what it was like to be a… Continue reading

Life was hard on the stairs leading into the pit. But the screams below were worse, and the light above was frightening, so he made do as best he could. He gathered water to drink when it fell and the… Continue reading

It had been easier, once, to just lie about having a wife. Better than trying to explain why he didn’t. Or ask why he should. More and more, the people around him seemed to just assume it, like a wife… Continue reading

Would it be better if he just stopped breathing? He tried sometimes, in the still of the night, but it was as hard as just choosing to stop should be. His head hummed, his vision swarmed with something like black… Continue reading

We made camp just over a thousand metres down. At least, according to the instruments, but I think Paul is the only one who believes those anymore. Just over halfway down, he announced as he polished all their already-gleaming glass… Continue reading

I am one of six children. None of us were born to the same mothers or abandoned by the same fathers, but we are family nonetheless. I am the oldest. The cottage was dusty and cold and empty when she… Continue reading