“Anne’s eyes followed the people hurrying along the white marble stairs, eager to find their friends and acquaintances as it was important to mingle. But she was content as she was, observing. Then Olavi walked in.”
All in Fiction
Letter to Sebastian Booker
The doctors think I have gone mad, but that is not true at all. My mind is perfectly clear, like a glass roof after rain. I know there is no reasonable explanation for the things happening inside this house. That is why I refuse to speak about them, and C. I do not want to utter her name fully, even on this paper, for I fear it may only attract more things to happen.
That street over there
You know that feeling when something is not quite right? Well, that’s how I’m feeling right now. And to be honest, I’ve been feeling so every time me and my best friend walk past this little street on our way back to the train station.
Letter to a Loved One
I cry about you like that these days. I love you, and I cry about you. Don’t feel bad, though. Anything is worth your love.
The Witch Hunter
“Among the cloaked figures, a woman throws kindling at the feet of an old crone tied to the stake. A faceless Witch-Hunter, she averts her eyes from the accusatory glares, soundlessly delivers the final rites.”