Who Are You?

It stared at her blankly, all curls and stupidity. It was an awful present. It didn’t even meet the criteria for being truly horrifying, it was too bland for that. It had a stupid porcelain head and small pink stupid porcelain lips. It also had a dress. A frilly dress.

Just Like

It was a miracle I found you. Almost from the moment your hand took mine, I knew. At first you scared me more than the rest of everyone all put together, and then you became what kept me strong. In an ocean of objectionable strangers we came together, buffered each other, made it safe

The Case for Not Leaving Home

The female approached me with completely unwarranted confidence, interrupting my casual conversation with the bartender. “So wait, now remind me what was your name again? Karen? Have you met my friend Brian? I know him from forever long ago. I mean, back in the day we all hung out together, maybe you were there too? [...]

On Today’s Menu

People are so hungry here.
They take bites out of you that I’m not even sure they know they’ve taken. One after the other, flesh torn from bone until you’re shredded in places that you can’t hide with your clothes anymore.
I guess it’s not their fault, really.
I think that maybe they’re starving. They certainly seem to [...]

Pet Me

It took me weeks of prowling the back woods to find the one I needed, and you know I am not a four-wheel-drive kind of girl. But I found him eventually—though by then I walked in mud-caked boots and hadn’t washed my hair in days.

Into the Gray

With the word "forever" ringing in her mind, Carolina braced herself to take the last step into the gray.
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The Lonely Dance of the Pearl-Grey Shark

This piece was a challenge to myself, conceived at Sunday Afternoon Drinking Club. Consider the gauntlet thrown.

The Trouble with Annabelle

Without explicit instructions, Annabelle frequently had trouble distinguishing between what was and was not permitted.

A Compulsive Liar Goes to the Grocery Store

I hope you don’t think it’s easy for me. I hope you don’t presume that things are simple in my world because of the way I am. I don’t do this because it makes things easier for me. I don’t know why I do it, but I know that it only makes things more complicated.
OK, [...]

Even You

The street sees everything. It saw you arriving earlier, hope in your heart and money in your pocket. It sees you stumbling out at closing time, somewhat less hopeful and with a few crumpled wads of soggy cash left to your name.