Tag Archives: writing
What It's Like
Something is rising up, a tide of sick that never crests at the throat, never crosses the tongue, is never allowed out. It swells and swells, a gorge that threatens but refuses to be purged. It lifts heavy chains, anxiety, … Continue reading
Today
Yesterday, it was all business. Tomorrow, it will be all business again. Today, however, she puts her feet up, drinks her milk, watches telenovelas, and reads the same paperback she’s had for the last eight years. She smokes cigarettes down … Continue reading
The Autumn Queen No. 5 – Love Letter (For Raoin – because of the duckface)
I asked for duckface. You gave me duckface. Ergo, you get rewarded. Just, y’know, months later. This bit of fiction is dedicated to you, for being a good minion. * * * This is #5 of ‘The Autumn Queen‘ — … Continue reading
Only ever love
I hate everything about this place: the ticking clock, the fluorescent light, the sound of the water cooler. Nothing here is comforting. Nothing here seems safe or warm. They have her in the back; I heard her crying, earlier. They … Continue reading
Recognizable
The ferocity of the slap rocked her head back; she resettled her stance and lifted her chin, defiant, navy eyes staring him down. “That all you got?” she wondered, and the curve of her lips twisted into a challenging smirk. … Continue reading