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TashHill

Short Stories and Prose

Just me getting over Writer's Block!
  • Of Dante and Silken Fire

    “I love you,” a whisper spoken on a broken tongue as your eyes continue to bore into my own - flame and passion and heat.

    4 min read
  • Uhuru (Freedom.)

    Two voices melded together as the night was once again filled with the sounds of the night. “For Uhuru.” The small flame flickered, and then went out.

    5 min read


When she transformed into a butterfly, the caterpillars spoke not of her beauty, but of her weirdness. They wanted her to change back into what she always had been. But she had wings.
— Dean Jackson