Annie Wood
Bio
I'm a neurodiverse Hollywood native who writes fiction, plays & poetry. A common theme of mine is embracing your youness by not following the fold. I am in perpetual motion.
+ TV/Film/VO actor & mixed media artist.
Stories (40/0)
Goodnight Moon
It was a nice enough room, the one with the red balloon. I was most impressed by the two little kittens and how they got on with the young mouse. Although I did worry about that bowl of mush. Bacteria will grow overnight. Better - goodbye mush instead of goodnight.
By Annie Wood3 months ago in Critique
Seatmates
Traveling alone means you don’t know who you’ll get stuck sitting next to. It’s a good idea to always bring a book on long flights. But on the day that Jocelyn chose to fly to Hawaii for a private getaway, she packed her book in her check-in luggage and only had the thrilling inflight magazine to keep her busy. And busy is how she tried desperately to look when her flight mate, Horace, sat down beside her.
By Annie Wood8 months ago in Fiction
Is This Montana?
The mirror showed a reflection that wasn't my own. I tell Jake this immediately. But I can tell he doesn’t believe me. And why should he? I’m wearing a 1933 diamond masquerade mask, 1968 red pleather go-go boots, a 2023 penguin onesie, a monocle from who knows when and I am smoking a pipe that may have once belonged to Sherlock Holmes himself. Wait, was Homes a real person? Am I a real person? Anyhow, I must appear confused. I feel for Jake. I’m exhausting. (Let this serve as a warning: I'm mixed up and shook up but I feel like you might get me anyway.)
By Annie Wood8 months ago in Fiction
Spinning
Every night at midnight, the purple clouds came out to dance with the blushing sky. “I told you I’m fine!” screams the teenage girl twirling by the sea. She has a mass of messy, black hair and bloodshot eyes. She is spinning around and around and around, her gold rhinestone-dotted skirt rides up high as she twirls catching the sun's rays with each spin. The girl twirls in continuous motion inside a blue canoe on the water. The purple clouds sometimes speak to the girl in violent violet words so colorful they make the shy sky blush.
By Annie Wood9 months ago in Fiction
