Audrey Kaye Blue
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Reggie Sees an Angels
Every night at midnight, the purple clouds came out to dance with the blushing sky. Reggie never asked if anyone else could see them. As a middle child he was always overlooked. He wasn’t the oldest child going to seminary school or youngest who was destined to be the baby at every age. He went on to be an utterly unremarkable adult, a high school dropout, an adequate member of the college hockey team, and ate out with his friends on the weekends. The clouds were the only thing that he had to himself. To him, the clouds were his lifelong friends. They were born with him, and would die with him.
By Audrey Kaye Blueabout a year ago in Fiction
Sweet Significance
On January 15, 1919 12:30, a disaster shook North End of Boston. At the Purity Distillery Company, a tank overheated and burst open, sending forth millions of gallons worth of molasses. Those who heard the explosion mistook it for the firing of a machine gun. Onlookers were swept away by the slow and sticky flood. Twenty one drowned beneath a heavy layer of corn syrup. Such deaths should never have happened. Twenty one lives now remembered for sheer absurdity than tragedy. No one laughs when they speak of the Triangle Shirtwaist Factory Fire or the Radium Girls.
By Audrey Kaye Blueabout a year ago in Fiction
Winter
In the winter Of my life I hibernate To blossom again
By Audrey Kaye Blueabout a year ago in Poets
Crow Presents
Veronica lay on the couch in sweat pants, eating straight out of a carton of vanilla ice cream. Demi, her roommate, had gone to visit her family for the weekend, leaving her with nothing to do. After dropping out of college Demi had gracefully allowed her to stay at her apartment. A month later she was dropping hints about getting a job and contributing to the rent. Demi started by mentioning how hard it was to work two jobs, or asking about Veronica’s plans for the future.
By Audrey Kaye Blue3 years ago in Fiction
Building H34
Building H34 was the same as H33 and H35 on either side, formed from concrete and glass, perfectly cubic in every aspect. The grass that fills in the gaps between the buildings is shorn flat as a table every Saturday at 12:01 AM on the dot. There are no doors, for what use did a civilized world have for them? There was no crime, no distrust.
By Audrey Kaye Blue3 years ago in Fiction
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