Carly Bush
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Copywriter sharing short works of fiction and poetry. Subscribe for regular updates and pledge if you have the means!
Stories (9/0)
- Runner-Up in Get Comfortable Challenge
Wildflowers
The day the photos surfaced I wore cat-eye sunglasses to hide my face. Later, I would regret the outfit: the blush-pink satin camisole, the black suede hat, the vintage Levi’s. They had caught me with the dignified absence of a smile. To the world, I knew it would read as cool apathy.
By Carly Bush11 months ago in Fiction
- Runner-Up in From Across the Room Challenge
- Runner-Up in Return of the Night Owl Challenge
Ascension
I knew blood from the moment I was born. Blood from my skinned knees: too spindly, too weak. Blood from the nettles in the field, the leeches in the creek, the baby teeth I lost in the dirt. Blood from the first mallard I killed with my father’s shotgun. Blood from that same father’s fists.
By Carly Bushabout a year ago in Fiction
Brushfire
When Eva thought of Miles, it was only with fondness. He was essentially unemployable, a black mark in hapless doctor-scrawl branding him the way cattle were, and his rage manifested in destructive ways. His knuckles were often bruised, his lips bloody. Eva thought of him as a wayward, a bohemian wanderer, some future idol found dead in a hotel room.
By Carly Bushabout a year ago in Fiction
