Above the clouds, with the stars, sits a lighthouse full of books which wrap around the winding staircase until the tower’s peak hits the ceiling of the universe. At this peak is a light which shines through a window. A long trail of gold which glitters brighter than any pot at a rainbow’s end. Those …
The Girl and her Tiger: A Flash Fic
The Girl and Her Tiger: Wandering Together When the fog rolled over the northern moors, doors were shut and lights went on. A practice designed to keep away the wisps which danced and the voices which talked and led anyone, foolish enough to walk in the fog, far away to never returned. Like the little …