Stranded in Shadow

Digital drawing. View down a stairwell, where a person with long hair sits within a shadow with knees drawn up and hands clasped around the left leg. The person is glancing up the stairs. A glowing pool of liquid collects on the highest visible stair, trickling down the stairs along the hazy border of the shadow. A door is partly visible at the bottom of the stairs.

“Just spotted our new neighbor getting in,” Felicia said in a low voice, as she passed me on the sofa and set our groceries on the kitchen counter.

I paused the show I was watching. “Did you get a good look this time? Is he…?”

The Eye in My Ceiling

Digital drawing. Central figure, a woman, her top half, seen from below at an angle. She’s facing away standing in a room where the ceiling and parts of two walls intersect at her left, around waist level. The woman wears pants and a t-shirt and her hair in a ponytail. She holds a carving knife in her right hand, held down and behind herself. Her left hand reaches up towards a huge eye in the ceiling. Most of the iris and a small portion of the whites are visible.

I thought it was a reflection at first. Not the moon. Some streetlight or something, from outside, getting past my curtains. I was too lazy, too sleepy to get up and deal with it. But I do remember thinking it was strange.

Isn’t the light too bright to be a reflection? I thought, peeking up at the ceiling.

I do remember resisting the urge to rub my eyes. I wanted to take a closer look.

Did I just see something floating in the light?

The Celestial Gobbler

My mom opened the flaps of the cardboard box and started pulling stuff out as I hovered next to her. I didn’t trust her to remember that I needed the box.

“Our teacher gave us a weird assignment,” I said. “He wants us to make a diorama.” Continue reading

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Stranded in Shadow

The Eye in My Ceiling

The Celestial Gobbler