drugstore run
20 oz grape fanta, family sized funyonsand a bottle of ibuprofen should be good,i think. right? how many ibu’s to a bottle? 500. that’ll be enough. i take 12 a … Continue Reading drugstore run
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20 oz grape fanta, family sized funyonsand a bottle of ibuprofen should be good,i think. right? how many ibu’s to a bottle? 500. that’ll be enough. i take 12 a … Continue Reading drugstore run
On my way To physical therapy Hoping to ease My maladies Here is this man On the off ramp Grizzled weathered (I could be him He could be me) Sitting … Continue Reading On the Off Ramp
The splurge of amaranth in maple tattoos the ribbony pale grains with a Florida Purplewing so still and rigid it might be trying to hide from predators. Smoothing beneath the … Continue Reading Nakashima Joint
Usually I am indifferent Along this wooded path Never taking much notice Of the clumsy stacking of stones By the anxious and overwhelmed A self-soothing ritual For the purpose of … Continue Reading Stacking Stones
Trigger Warning: gore, mutilation, burning alive The dance of Memorabilia. Sentenced to any individual in the state of parasitic-influence. It was originally acknowledged as inhuman, demonic, a bloody affair that … Continue Reading The Lovers’ Dance
Prompt: What do you look forward to every week? TW: hints at depression – I don’t think I look forward to anything every week… I don’t look forward to time off work. I don’t look forward to work. I don’t look forward to meals.
Trigger Warning: death, gore, and murder. Black eyes stare at me through the green night, a thundering boom shattering the wind into broken pieces and leaving everything in silence. I … Continue Reading Death in Decision
Trigger Warnings: Mentions of miscarriage, suicide, murder, and slight gore —- “You never told me your name,” the woman says. She smiles, just like my late wife. She licks her lips. Her dark cherry lipstick shines in the pale moonlight.
“I’m not sure why you need to know my name,” I say, fiddling with the black lighter in my hand. “We’re not friends.”
“Really?” the woman asks. She drops her finished cigarette and puts it out before she digs her heel into my sneaker. I wince.
CALLA SALLOW lays in a mangled nest of sheets. The room is tiny and there are articles of underclothes strewn about, all well-worn hand-me-downs. Light streams in from a tiny window on the far wall, illuminating Calla’s rat’s nest of blonde hair. She rolls over and groans when she hears the voice of her boss, MRS. DELANEY, call from down the stairs.
Prompt: Write about a time you watched the sunrise. — I have seen the sunrise several times, but the most memorable time must be when Andrew, Aurora, Camilla, and I went on a trip about a year ago.
I’m appalled at the state of you. I didn’t know lives could be so fragile until I held your beating heart in the palm of my hand. You look so … Continue Reading Bargaining
Prompt: Did you have a “lovey” as a child? Do you still have one? – I didn’t really know what this question meant by a “lovey” but Aurora told me that it was a stuffed animal, blanket, or toy that one was very emotionally attached to and viewed as a comfort, often not wanting to be apart from it.
Trigger warning: implied self harm, implied suicide The tiny moth bumps against the window againdrawn to the light of the overhead lamp.I debate whether to turn the light offor open … Continue Reading Shhh.
Trigger Warning: mentions of death There are wolves in the chamber of a gun, a requiem prayer, unspooled yellow police line, gawking neighbours behind window blinds, nothing like this happens … Continue Reading The Murders
I’m woken by the aroma of coffee. Somehow, that flavorful odor can reach from a kitchen sideboard to a man, one flight up, as he yawns and sniffs. I have … Continue Reading Morning Coffee
you once told me to not let the things i can’t control get to me, and while i am learning from your patience and virtues of acceptance, i still feel … Continue Reading sixth bug correspondence