fading-moon

"…I promise. I'll stay right here, with you" He said, stroking the soft strands of her hair. His black eyes gazed down gently on her. "Forever" she said, holding herself closer against him. The pale moonlight on the beach where they stood, illuminating the sand, and turning the ocean into a black void that washed lightly against their feet. "Forever" he replied in his Japanese lilt. Alone, she stood on the pier, looking down on the beach where they used to meet, tears welling in her eyes. It had been a month ago that she had last seen him. Painless, they told her, he didn't feel a thing. They were lying. He must have felt the pain

Once upon a time there was a girl who had trouble falling asleep. Try as she might, she'd toss and turn, tangling the covers, and mussing the pillows. It was the stories that kept her awake – words dancing around her head, begging to be written, despite her attempts to swat them away. "Go away" she'd mutter crossly, turning to avoid them "can't you see I'm trying to sleep!" So reluctantly they would leave her be, and she would fall asleep, mind wandering into her special dream world. But even there the stories followed her and forced her to act them out. "See" they would say, "even here you cannot escape. You must listen to us." As t

Maybe it was brought in with the rain, or maybe it had always been there, but Alice knew there was something different about her. She wasn’t like her sister, despite what her parents told her. Maybe it was the air of solitude mixed with a touch of underlying danger which always clung to her, but maybe it was the constant hand-washing and the extreme fussiness and precision with which everything needed to be done or there’d be consequences. Her mum believed it was demons. Her father just smiled. Alice wasn’t sure what to think. It wasn’t until she was eighteen that she was diagnosed with obsessive compulsive disorder an