Megan Joss
Stories (8/0)
Enchanted Love
The girl you love is a witch. Not with a broomstick and cauldron and everything. But you’ve noticed. Things. The air around her is brighter when she smiles, like everything around her feels her happiness. Colours flare and light beams and everything seems to be electrified by that little giggle she gives.
By Megan Joss3 years ago in Poets
Second Star to the Right
There’s a famous story that starts, “All children grow up, except one.” And just once more, I wish that weren’t true. I wish that Wendy Darling had chosen to stay, had cast aside expectations and the bitter days of growing up and stayed in youth and paradise forever, like I wish I could.
By Megan Joss3 years ago in Psyche
I love you (but it’s not enough)
“Take it off.” The words rang hollow in the heavy silence of the room. The grey light that filtered through the bedroom window, showed John’s hunched over silhouette, as he sat, hands clasped and resting on his elbows, on the edge of the bed, the satin beneath him crumpled and dishevelled. Hours earlier, he had kicked off his shoes and laid on that cover, excited for the evening ahead. He had marvelled at the softness of the sheets. Beneath his numb hands now, they felt like nothing.
By Megan Joss3 years ago in Viva