“The city smells of thirst and untethered sidewalks. You are lost.”
“I count down the minutes between tears.”
"The resting place of kings upon kings, demolished yet again."
Taking a look in the mirror, Aydia braces herself for the inner-critic.
Aydia and her mother, Eliana, delve into their history and shared love for all things nerdy!
This short story depicts the struggles and triumphs of two women who chase both feminism and freedom
Her two forms circle like the seasons: Maiden and Monster Deceptively innocent beauty; Brilliant guillotine danger. Life and death incarnate. She is the Maiden, the dream, Cloudfar sunsets, radiant; Aphrodite...