Writer's Block Magazine


October has begun, the planets have shifted, the sun is starting to hide behind the clouds again.


A flood brings together a fork in a river that was created many moons ago. Two streams, running parallel for miles, cease to exist. It all comes back again.

Wipe the dirt off your glasses. Pop out the glass. Your eyes have changed, this old prescription is only a blur.

The coat you hid in your closet for the warmer months is slung over the back of a dining room chair. Later, when you put it on for the first time, you will find a note in the pocket. Tears will flow from your eyes when you read it. It’s waited for you a long time, but it seems you have changed too much for it.


A loud crash comes from the living room. It seems as if the cat has…

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