A Bit Dark

I found myself in a circular room with three doors. Each door was made of glass, and each glass was a mirror. At the center stood a statue—naked, cowering. Its hands covered its face, and I couldn’t tell if the body was male or female. But I could tell it was grieving. One mirror rippled,…

The river never slept. It coiled around the house like a serpent, its dark waters whispering secrets to anyone who dared listen. Isabel often stood by the window, watching the current slip past the stone walls, wondering how many voices it carried and how many it had swallowed. But tonight, the whispers weren’t from the…