Vixie's stories

  Mannekin   Into the cave, bricked up, forbidden love. Wooden tabletops compare sunken contrasts, muted lights flicker in cloudy glasses aw...

  Unfaded   To be unfaded, I’ll trace your reflection in ink, a memory recorded in smoke, a maybe you will never obey. We starve ourselves i...

  Stricken summer   She spoke, she moved, she eloped. It was a stricken summer stripped of steel.   Knock out, step back, repent sideways. H...

  Silk   The tall & the skinny, sheer explosion of black silk. It slides, it spills, it senses when the world revolves anew, as rain ene...

In   A life in nine frames, ebony lines on pearl, stripped bare of colour, yielding to mix.   Cut in, cut out, a reveal without the whole, a...

  In the turnabout, footprints walking blind, taking their cue from the invisible, a source with no foundation.   You await the uninvited, t...

  A missing piece. You can feel it, can’t see it, this fractured thing, an echo in the dark.   A piece of something you never knew. What som...

  Smoke   Smoke, a trickle of haze, this distant daze within this maze of being smoke.   Write letters you can never extinguish, an unbreaka...

  Bang   It’s a rush, a spill of adrenalin, the turn feels like the ocean. A body built of water feels the flow, the slide, the churn of the...

  “Normal”   It isn’t “normal”. How you dress, how you smile, how you move, how you dream. It’s something outside normal, this beyond, this ...