God, I can’t believe I still can’t fall asleep. What time is it? 4:30 AM? Great. So how many episodes of Welcome to NightVale have you listened to? Shut up. It’s on auto-play. I don’t remember. Fuck, I’ve listened to 10 episodes already? Damn it. Okay, fuck it. Rally? Resorting…

Chapter 1: The house sits on a crumbling cliff, at the edge of an unnatural valley in the middle of the forest; a gigantic crater formed by an asteroid rushing into the Earth millennia go. The ugly scar of such a wound is dotted with trees around the rim, though…

I wrote this story, following Reedsy’s prompt: “Write a story about a character who’s trying to fill an empty space, literally or metaphorically.” This story’s inspired by Shinichi Hoshi’s story, “He-y, come on out!”. I hope you enjoy reading this one! Her desk was grubby at first, with drawers that…

I’ve continued to work with Reedsy prompts, with this prompt being: “write your story from the perspective of a side character”. I couldn’t get Prince Ali’s song out of my head that week, and I had a great time writing this out — and singing that song the entire time…

“What are we looking at, number 2?” Number 1 asked in #*^%**-ian. “Well, sir, it looks like we’re witnessing the start of something incredible!” number 2 gushed. Number 3 swung their viewing device onto the Earth, focusing on the rocket Germany was constructing in 1957. …

So I decided to continue working with Reedsy prompts, with this week’s prompt being: “Write a story in which the same line recurs three times.” I genuinely had a lot of fun writing this story, and I hope you enjoy reading it! The day was bright and sunny like every…

I decided to finally get back into writing again, this time working on a prompt provided by Reedsy. The prompt is: “Write a story where a meal or dinner goes horribly wrong.” Enjoy! I reached out for what feels like my fifth can of Redbull, alternating between my desktop and…

It’s been about two months since I’ve come back home, and I’ve never realized what it means to have felt homesick for a place that I don’t truly belong to. …

It’s been one month since I’ve come ‘home’, and I still haven’t gotten used to the harsh tropical sun waking me up in the morning. The curtains are thin to let sunlight through, and every morning is dazzling. It’s still surprising to wake up to warm air blowing through the…