The Squirrel

For several minutes, Valerie stared at the light from her bedroom window, watching the light through the blinds stretching across the ceiling. She was trying to remember which direction the window faced, trying to remember which way the sun rose and which way it fell. Her bedside clock read five past seven in static red... Continue Reading →

Damp Soil

There's a place at the edge of a clearing where the ground is never dry and you still exist for me

After Party

A forever tunnel stretched bending and swirling, a gateway to the infinite tilt of galaxies exponentially expanding further and further. I moved at light-speed. The cold of space smacking against my face, my wide open eyeballs, freezing everything solid and stiff. And then, propulsion failing, the universe began a slow collapse. It was a thing... Continue Reading →

Year Zero

Hello, my name is Diego Green and I am NOT a writer. But I'd like to be. For a very long time, probably the entirety of my adult life, I've lived under the assumption that I am a writer. I learned early in life that I had some natural talent for storytelling and wordplay and... Continue Reading →

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