Tag: fiction
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Where the Map Begins
Elijah had always thought heartbreak would be louder.He imagined slammed doors, shouting matches, something sharp enough to mark the ending. Instead, it came quietly across a small wooden table in a café he and Hannah had gone to since they were sixteen. She traced the rim of her coffee cup while telling him she didn’t…
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Petals & Pocket Magic
There is a particular kind of quiet you can only find when no one is watching you. Not the kind that falls in an empty room, but the soft, living quiet of a place that doesn’t expect anything from you. A path lined with wildflowers. A garden just after rain. A forest clearing where the…
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The Forest Forager
The first thing the forest teaches you is how to listen. Not in the obvious ways birdsong, wind through pine, the creek arguing with stones but in the quieter language of patience. Of waiting. Of knowing when to step and when to stand still. I learned this from Rowan, who foraged like the woods were…
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Post cards I never sent
The town leaned toward the water, like it was listening. Evergreen trees crowded the edges of everything. They stood patient and dark. Their needles caught the rain that never quite decided to fall all at once. The ferry horn sounded some mornings, low and tired, as if even it needed coffee first. I bought postcards…
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The Season That Stayed
By the time October reached Maine, the town had already decided to slow down. Leaves crowded the sidewalks like they were in on a secret burnt orange, soft gold, the kind of red that looked hand-painted. The harbor water reflected the trees so clearly it felt like the world had folded in half and decided…
Quiet Harbor Writing 