Tag: prose
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All That I’ve Created 1: In The Beginning
Here’s a short story that I wrote back in 2015. It’s about a lonely goddess creating her own universe. I recently found it on my old Wattpad account and since I still quite like it, I decided to do a few edits and post it here. “It’s so empty here.” I said. I stood in…
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She Texted Me About a Dress
She Texted Me About a Dress She texted me about a dress She texted me at 5:26 I replied at 7:22, rejected. I didn’t cry but I could feel my disappointment clenched chest. I felt my mother’s eyes on me as I coldly recalled for her the results. I cut off every word of comfort…
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The Pianist
TRIGGER WARNING: IMPLIED DOMESTIC ABUSE Lydia made her way down the dim stairwell, unsteady on her feet. She leaned her shoulder against the railing and gingerly proceeded step by step. It was after 6, the sun had already set yet her father hadn’t turned on a single light between the upstairs hallway and the kitchen.…
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From “Known Unknown” a collection of poetry and short stories – “Daisy”
~ It’s an odd feeling wanting to be understood in an intimate way but at the same time wanting the freedom of being a mystery. Thus, here you have my words, but not my face. Daisy You are 20. Your room is lilac purple with white accents. Your bed is small and has been around…
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Practical. Perfect. Princeton.
Practical. Perfect. Princeton. The first two were traits that she needed to have. The third was a destination. A destination that if she failed to arrive at would make her whole journey meaningless. It was because of the place that Olive’s toys had been taken away from her early. Nerf or nothing? Try Princeton or…
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From “Known Unknown” a collection of poetry and short stories – “Watching Him Paint”
~ It’s an odd feeling wanting to be understood in an intimate way but at the same time wanting the freedom of being a mystery. Thus, here you have my words, but not my face. TRIGGER WARNING: IMPLIED SUICIDE AND EMOTIONAL ABUSE Watching Him Paint I don’t know how I got here. I stood in…
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The Mirror
The first of two works introduced by my previous framing essay. I’m infatuated with the image of a bathroom with a large mirror and a counter with two sinks. I imagine the countertop as black but the bowls themselves being white. The counter is fitted into an alcove, wide enough for two people to stand…
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From “Known Unknown” a collection of poetry and short stories – “Strange Cat”
~ It’s an odd feeling wanting to be understood in an intimate way but at the same time wanting the freedom of being a mystery. Thus, here you have my words, but not my face. Strange Cat I sat on my porch and watched as a cat walked by on the opposite side of the…
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From “Known Unknown” a collection of poetry and short stories – “This Town”
~ It’s an odd feeling wanting to be understood in an intimate way but at the same time wanting the freedom of being a mystery. Thus, here you have my words, but not my face. This Town It is strange seeing the world change around you when you always stay the same. It’s been more…
The Writing Coconut 