Things Unseen
Sometimes stories told take root in our imagination and become real. Or were they always real, and simply waiting for our minds to become open to them?
Marie lives in Seattle with her husband, son, dog, cats and chickens. When she's not at the park getting drizzled on, cooking, cleaning or uploading photos of her son to Facebook, she tries to write.
Sometimes stories told take root in our imagination and become real. Or were they always real, and simply waiting for our minds to become open to them?
In my eeriest dreams my thoughts turn to static. It is in these half-waking moments that I question my reality, my very being.
The tiny wooden cage was a great find. It took a while for Stella to decide how to use it, but once inspiration struck, it was gold. Brunette Barbie had been taunting her from her shelf amongst the other retired toys for far too long. After blacking out her eyes, Barbie’s disembodied head became the perfect occupant for the little cage.