Short Stories

Nothing is stagnant. Not time, not space, not human beings. We are meant to move from place to place, unrestricted and free. We are meant to belong to each other. Human connection is real, and you can find it wherever the trains take you.

Full title is "When We Were Wallflowers"

Sometimes there is tragedy in blood. Birds are meant to fly, flowers are meant to take root and hold on for dear life. In a cottage deep within a forest filled to the brim with beasts, two sisters come to learn that their paths no longer intersect.

Machines are built around ones and zeros. They are nothing more than a string of numbers bound together in order to serve a purpose. For the first time, that purpose fans out like a flame until it is all but embers. If a machine cannot understand, what can?