C. Stachow
Bio
A quiet observer from the West Coast of British Columbia. Writing a sentence onto a blank page and letting what comes next do what it must.
Stories (24/0)
Caterpillar Chow
The mirror showed a reflection that wasn't my own. An unfamiliar profile in comparison to the one standing in photos taped to the frame. Bending to examine the hollows of her eyes, I stood at odds against her. The stoppered faucet between us began to drip itself dry.
By C. Stachow6 days ago in Horror
Amethyst Experience
Every night at midnight, the purple clouds came out to dance with the blushing sky. The spring marvel was one constant amidst the bedlam of life, scudding streaks across the crimson flush and lingering into early hours until dusk upped and melted them gone.
By C. Stachow19 days ago in Fiction
Colour, She Dreamed
Foaming waves swelled over the red sands, fading out and fanning in. A drum of surging surf. Da dum. Da dum. Da dum. Tilly had woven a crown from scattered palm fronds. She sat with it in her hands, leaning against a log that had washed ashore and picking at the fronds’ ends. Each dry tip was whittled down with a fingertip until what was left was green and strong. Her eyes were closed.
By C. Stachow2 months ago in Fiction
Gone to Ground
The outside world was unknown to her, but she could see a glimpse of it through the window in his room. So, when she left our quarters every few days claiming to volunteer in the greenbays, I knew she was lying. I had behaved in much the same way once.
By C. Stachow3 months ago in Fiction
- Runner-Up in Weekend Getaway Challenge
Water's WeightRunner-Up in Weekend Getaway Challenge
We drove up the snowy, winding road towards the cozy A-frame cabin. In silence, for the most part. Me, with both hands on the wheel. Her, in the passenger seat with her nose buried in a book, tightly bundled up in scarf and toque and feather-filled jacket.
By C. Stachow4 months ago in Fiction
- Second Place in The Aquarium Challenge
