Marsha Singh
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What the Forest Does
Chapter 1 Every night at midnight, the purple clouds came out to dance with the blushing sky. Summer nights from Gran's back porch were truly breathtaking. The absence of city lights revealed a glimmering galaxy that seemed too beautiful to be real.
By Marsha Singhabout a year ago in Fiction
- Top Story - February 2023
A Terrible ThingTop Story - February 2023
“If walls could talk,” I heard her whisper absently, as she sat on the top stair of my sagging porch under a dark sky. Barefoot, jeans rolled up past her ankles, Diana fixed her gaze on a horizon she couldn't see and barely blinked at all. A single cigarette sat alongside a book of matches from Frankie's Pub and Pizzeria on the buckled gray boards beside her. No bugs chirruped or buzzed in the night; no nocturnal scavengers rattled around the rusty trashcans out back. The big yellow dog rested her head on her paws and silently stared out into the same abyss as Diana, eyes glistening.
By Marsha Singhabout a year ago in Fiction
- Runner-Up in the Uncommon Challenge
- Runner-Up in Full Moon Challenge