A Doll Speaks

A Doll Speaks (By Cat Matchuk)

Photo by Gadget Phil

            Bored. That’s how he feels. He cuts his business cards into rectangles and proceeds to fold them into ninja stars. A trick he learnt from the internet on another slow day where he was just as he is now. Bored.

            He is surrounded by shelves of antiques, years of history. Valuables, collectibles. Porcelain dolls once held dear by young children. The power and the spirit of the people who owned these possessions should move through him like a great wave. No. Instead he sighs loudly in boredom. Continue reading “A Doll Speaks”

The Bench

The Bench (By Cat Matchuk)

sunbench by Oz Yigit

            She wore a large black, straw hat with a red ribbon, that’s what he first saw and what he first remembered. It was freakishly large, he thought, and perhaps in another life it wasn’t meant to be a hat. It was meant to be a roof. A tent. Shelter for the broken hearted, anything but a hat. In this life it framed her face perfectly and outlined her delicate cheeks and jawline. In this life, it was meant to bring out beauty. Continue reading “The Bench”


Nox (By Cat Matchuk)

imaginary magnitudes by Oz Yigit

            “He is going to die,” Death says to me. I follow his gaze to a man who appears to be in his late twenties. He’s sporting shaggy black hair and a leather jacket. The man smiles apologetically as he fumbles in his pocket for coffee money. I turn back to Death and with a raised eyebrow the first thing I ask is,

            “Why?” Continue reading “Nox”

Blue Eyes: A Rendition of ‘Bluebeard’ by Charles Perrault

Blue Eyes (By Cat Matchuk)

red door by Oz Yigit

          “I am the ultimate symbol of control. I have the ability to carry life and take it away. I had you captured from the start, although you didn’t know why. When you took away my control, you ended your own life. In that sense you have no one to blame but yourself.” Continue reading “Blue Eyes: A Rendition of ‘Bluebeard’ by Charles Perrault”