Ane Gummel (Ane R Key)
Bio
Anarchist, activist, feminist, professional agitator, & psychonaut. ACAB! BLM! QUEER AF! Smash the patriarchy & dismantle the system. FUCK SCOTUS! Maidens & Magick on YouTube. MORE SHORTS ON PROSE https://theprose.com/Anerkey
Stories (6/0)
The Dragonfly Arrow
The dragonflies circling her head formed a halo. Chayil imagined herself as a painting from one of the religious books in her father’s attic. Chayil couldn’t recall walking to the pond, removing their clothing, rubbing mud over their entire body, or falling asleep on their back under a fig tree. But then, things did oftentimes occur in the most curious ways. Being accustomed to curious things, when the dragonflies flew off and coalesced into the shape of an arrow in the distance, Chayil remained unimpressed.
By Ane Gummel (Ane R Key)2 years ago in Fiction
Something Like
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. I see myself reacting: I shake my head in disbelief. The candle is sitting atop a plain wooden table, no other furnishings are visible. The flame is feeble, noncommittal. It’s pissing me off. I’ve been observing the cabin every day and night for the past 3 months and haven’t seen anything. Suddenly, this candle is flickering audaciously in the window like it’s always been there. The cabin is creepy AF when ostensibly deserted; the indication of a presence within is conspicuously unsettling.
By Ane Gummel (Ane R Key)2 years ago in Fiction
Milk and Honey
Slipshod crunch - there goes another. From the back, take that one or it’ll rot. Ya can’t make the older ones comply and there’s too much blood in the honey. And they’ll tell you it’s nonsense, that it doesn’t fit convention. But why would you want it to? Accordingly, those were only some of the lessons I learned from Delvina before she decided to turn in her mortal coil and hit the heavenly highway. There hadn’t been much talk about it prior, and we all know the ranch will be fine without her, but the garden and the apiary might fall to ruin. That will screw us all.
By Ane Gummel (Ane R Key)3 years ago in Fiction
The Latchkey Gang
Frankie closed his right eye and stared at the vase with his left, “Camera one." He switched, shutting his left eye, looking through his right, “Camera two,” and watched the vase bounce back into place. It was another boring summer day, stretched out before him like a wet dog drying himself after jumping in the lake.
By Ane Gummel (Ane R Key)3 years ago in Fiction
Why Barnaby
First editions always made him feel sexy. It would be hysterical if a woman walked into the shop right now and caught him partially aroused by a stack of graphic novels. It wouldn’t be the first time in history a nerd popped a boner over a comic book villainess, but it would be the first time a woman had ever walked through his shop door.
By Ane Gummel (Ane R Key)3 years ago in Fiction
The Seventh Veil
Act 1 It all began in the 2020 pandemic. Salome was born into isolation; an underweight, premature, screaming ball of flesh left in an incubator, bereft of human contact for the first 90 days of her miserable little life. She wouldn’t have known who her mother was or that she even had one except, at insufferably long intervals, a disembodied voice announced that mommy was there to see her. She didn’t understand the concept of mother. She understood only the existential suffering of isolation.
By Ane Gummel (Ane R Key)3 years ago in Fiction