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
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Stories (70/0)
Run
My weary gray eyes dart from one dull wall to the next. The same four walls I had been staring at for the past six months. Or, at least, it feels like six months. It's hard to keep track of time when you have no calendar, no company, and aren't allowed anywhere except a dreary metal room. My eyes fall on the silver toilet in the far left corner of the room, sitting next to a simple sink. The only other piece of furniture in the room is the uncomfortable, thinly-mattressed cot I sit upon. The only change in the walls is the large metal door on the right side of where I sit. The door is always locked, except when 'they' open the smaller, doggie-door sized passage at the bottom to push 'food' and water through for me. I use the term 'food' loosely–it usually consists of bread and a few pieces of unidentifiable vegetables. When I'm really lucky, the bread is not covered in mold and the veggies are not rotten. My elaborate meal comes to me twice a day. Sometimes it might be three times, but I also might be dreaming that third time up. Of course, whoever dreams of that slop must be insane, or at least getting there. Which I'm sure I probably am.
By Bex Jordan2 years ago in Fiction
Deserted
TW: Abuse, Suicidal Ideation. The road split the desert right down the middle and Renee thought about her life. There was a distinctive ‘Before’ and ‘After,’ and she was right at the precipice of it. Billions and billions of stars mocked her, clear white pinpricks in a blackout curtain. The possibilities were endless, and Renee was filled with equal parts excitement and trepidation.
By Bex Jordan2 years ago in Horror