Short Story
Versions by Rachel Towers
“I don’t understand” I whisper to the version of me sitting cross legged on my bed, like my reflection in my mirror. “Why do you look like me today?” She gives me a pitying look. Her cropped honey blonde hair has a tiny braid framing one side of her face, exactly like mine. She is…
Death by Rachel Towers
Lucy had always thought about death. Not in a morbid obsessed with day sort of way, but just natural human curiosity. She wondered when it would happen and how it would happen. Lucy wondered what would happen to her soul after, if you believe in that sort of thing. Lucy did believe. She believed in…