Prose
Discarded Souls: The Old Woman & The Old Robot
INTRODUCTION In the year 2230, faces are no longer fixed things. People shift. Machines shift. Even memories shift, flickering like old film reels caught between timelines. The characters you meet in these fragments — the Old Woman and the Old Robot known as Echo — may appear in different forms, bodies, or styles, depending on which recovered file you’re viewing. This is not a mistake. It is the nature of shape‑shifter stories.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 8 days ago in Poets
Beyond the Blue Horizon: A Journey Through Family Addiction and Recovery
My feet sink into the wet sand as the tide comes in, covering everything with warm ocean crystals that fade away. I’m running, I think, and the spray sticks to my ankles, hiding my legs from view.
By Rosalina Jane10 days ago in Poets
