PinnedClarissa J. MarkiewiczinSketches from the Café ConficturaSketch № 9: Catching Up Over Coffee (A Recap of Sketches 1–8)A recap of the strange happenings in Applewood and Café Confictura so far, along with links to the first eight Sketches of the story.Jun 35Jun 35
Clarissa J. MarkiewiczinSketches from the Café ConficturaSketch № 22: A Shot of SuspicionThe October sky over Applewood has turned gray with charcoal clouds, and falling leaves shiver in an ominous breeze. Halloween approaches…3d ago3d ago
Clarissa J. MarkiewiczinSketches from the Café ConficturaSketch № 21: In the Basement of ParadiseJorge Luis Borges is quoted as saying, “I have always imagined that paradise will be a kind of library.” Applewood’s paradise, then, is…Oct 7Oct 7
Clarissa J. MarkiewiczinSketches from the Café ConficturaSketch № 20: The Half-Turned TreesWith the flickers of red and gold peeking out from fading green foliage, summer in Applewood, Connecticut, retreats into the wings, and…Sep 30Sep 30
Clarissa J. MarkiewiczinSketches from the Café ConficturaCafé Confictura and Applewood: An Introduction & Bird’s-eye ViewA guide to the people and places of Applewood, and a catalogue of all Sketches so far, with links.Sep 23Sep 23
Clarissa J. MarkiewiczinSketches from the Café ConficturaSketch № 19: Watching the Train from the TracksThe quaint town of Applewood, Connecticut, is as restless as the Housatonic River that rushes through it. Since the mysterious Quake…Sep 2Sep 2
Clarissa J. MarkiewiczinSketches from the Café ConficturaSketch № 18: The Lightning UnderfootWhen I first came to Applewood back in April in the wake of the mysterious 7.2 Quake, rumors of dark mysticism swirled like the dust…Aug 26Aug 26
Clarissa J. MarkiewiczinSketches from the Café ConficturaSketch № 17: Mending FencesTechnically, “criminal trespassing” is the charge Clarke, Samantha, and Brandon got slapped with when they were caught breaking into the…Aug 12Aug 12
Clarissa J. MarkiewiczinSketches from the Café ConficturaSketch № 16: Crickets on a Summer NightOverlapping conversations in a public place sound to me like a field of chirping crickets on a summer evening. Voices rise and fall, they…Aug 5Aug 5
Clarissa J. MarkiewiczinSketches from the Café ConficturaSketch № 15: What They Found Behind the WardrobeTwo weeks ago, the flame began wavering on one of the few hopeful candles still lit in Applewood. A cold, cruel breath threatened to…Jul 29Jul 29