Content warnings Suicidal ideation. Death. Bereavement. I stand upon the ocean, looking out across its barren vastness, repeating to myself that the fish can’t

Content warnings Suicidal ideation. Violence. Intrusive thoughts. Ever since I was born I have wanted to die. I don’t like being touched. Skin on

Shams was sure her mother hadn’t invented a time machine. She said as much to the strange woman that stood next to a large

“Earth's coming. Ten minutes.” The announcement vibrates in my isolation helmet despite my privacy setting. I sigh at the interruption. Can’t argue,

Content warnings Caring for someone with dementia. Infant death (past). The teaspoon slid off the breakfast tray, and I swore under my breath as I