Rather self-explanatory, the title – moving on.
I never thought that being invisible would feel so heavy.
Desperation clawed at him as the sloshing waves crashed over his head. Instinctively, he inhaled and choked…on air.
The fun was in falling five stories – it was only when he landed that he realized he was on the ceiling.
The dream snapped shut, and I found myself asleep.
“Does the mirror always reflect her every word?”
“I wonder how many times he must see something to remember how it sounds!”
It is, indeed, hard to find oneself when the walls are on the floor.
Funny how irritating a rock could become.
I walk fast, I eat fast, I break-fast. (My deepest insincere apologies.)