If not for fate and a wisp of magic, our paths would never have crossed. You would have walked to the ends of the earth. I would have stayed lost.
Tag: writing
Masquerade of Intentions
Every woman in the room was here for him, their sovereign prince. They sought to determine identities beneath satin, chasing wealth disguised in silk suits. None of them knew which one he was, doomed to coo at every man he had invited specifically to afford himself the privilege of privacy.
When They Were
They promised each other they would be best friends forever and ever, but life had other plans.
Trains and Tracks
They met because she missed her train.
On the Seventh
She was crying the first time she met him.
Second Chances
Four years ago, at a wedding just like this one, she walked away from him.
Out of the Blue
When they were six years old, they met in the farmer’s market. He was watching his mother haggle with a vendor for blueberries, wondering how on earth he was going to fit all that fruit into his body. Just as the lady acquiesced to parting with her entire stock, he saw her.
Sun, Stars, and Screens
Their story begins in a movie theatre. The whole town was outside grilling in the park, or tanning by the lake, or camping up in the mountains to observe Cygnus come nightfall. Sunny summer days only meant one thing to her: peace and quiet.
That One Ordinary Night
Ava Wong and Mateo Herrera had been best friends since they were in diapers, much to the mutual loathing of their enemies-to-neighbours mothers.
Into the Walls of Borobudur
A little girl on a trip across Indonesia finds more than just lifeless stone when she arrives at Borobudur.
Clara Abigail 