Bex Jordan
Bio
She/They. Writer. Gardener. Cat-Lover. Nerd. Always looking up at the sky or down at the ground.
Profile photo by Román Anaya.
Instagram: @UmaSabirah
Achievements (1)
Stories (62/0)
Clockwork World
She watches with eyes wide as the gears turn, their teeth slotting slowly together in mechanical precision (delighting in how perfectly each notch fits). The clockwork worlds spin in their predetermined orbits, a blissful ballet of planetary alignment. She reaches for the pretty blue and green one, gently pinching it between her fingers to pull it closer to her face, fascinated.
By Bex Jordan7 months ago in Fiction
Our Little Life
I saw you last night. I rested my head on your bare chest as we relaxed against each other, taking in the simple, exhilarant silence of skin upon skin. We kissed, but not deeply–softly and oh-so-sweetly did our lips brush. A voice inside reminded me to savor this touch, that it would not last, that our time was limited, that this contact was precious.
By Bex Jordan7 months ago in Fiction
The Necklace
It sparkles as I turn it in my hand, the scarlet jewel coming to life in its bright silver setting. The pendant burns from within, and I find myself unable to pull away. My face falls slack as I draw it closer, studying the glittering facets of the fist-sized stone. I know I shouldn't put it on--I'd heard all of the warnings. Unthinking, I slip the heavy chain over my head, feeling the weight of it settle against my chest.
By Bex Jordan7 months ago in Fiction
The Alley
Jana had taken this alleyway hundreds of times. She knew every trash can and twisted fence. The shortcut would save time, leading her far from the street (where she faced cat-calls and inappropriate offers that made her shoulders shrink). The alley was her ally, her quick path to sanctuary.
By Bex Jordan7 months ago in Fiction
Enough
Dear B, You think you were a mistake–an attempt to fix a problem you didn’t even make. That’s a lot of weight to put on the shoulders of a babe. You thought you didn’t Matter, that your own world could shatter so long as you could see that everyone else was happy. That was your Purpose. That was your Reason for Being. But you can’t fix people's feelings, and you can’t love them into believing, and so you kept failing over and over and over and blaming yourself and ignoring the little voice inside while you tried to hide your truth. You kept searching for the proof in a puzzle you were never meant to solve, in spite of your resolve.
By Bex Jordan8 months ago in Poets
