Deirdre Anna
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Stories (13/0)
Hunting
The man with the gun is always the bad guy. That’s at least one thing I learned from a childhood of Disney film education, in which the bad guy shoots Bambi’s mother, nearly wrecks the friendship between the fox and the hound, and mercilessly attacks Pocahontas’s people. The man with the gun is not the hero. Not when he shoot downs defenseless humans and animals in cold blood. Cold blood.
By Deirdre Anna2 years ago in Humans
Green
“It looks like alien blood.” His attempt to lighten the situation with humor lacked tact, but I forced a smile through the wet monsoon raining from my eyes and blurring my face. He was right. It didn’t look like anything that human veins could emit. My right hand, held firmly and unmoving in his grasp, was wrapped in gauze, oozing vibrant stains of red and green onto the white. Beneath the gauze a strange appendage stuck up straight like a sixth finger. I almost couldn’t believe that thing was my hand, but the pang of lightning burning from my finger up the inside of my arm was too real for it not to be.
By Deirdre Anna3 years ago in Humans
Studying Music
Rewind to first year of high school. I was fresh from homeschool plunging headfirst into the shock of a culture I’d lived fourteen years only looking at from a very far distance. Mom was always strict with our lifestyles, so the clothing, pop culture references, and conversation topics of the average teen were strangers to me.
By Deirdre Anna3 years ago in Education
Green
“It looks like alien blood.” He was right. It didn’t look like anything that human veins could emit. My right hand, held firmly and unmoving in his grasp, was wrapped in gauze, oozing vibrant stains of red and green onto the white. Beneath the gauze a strange appendage stuck up straight like a sixth finger. I almost couldn’t believe that thing was my hand, but the pang of lightning burning from my finger up the inside of my arm was too real for it not to be.
By Deirdre Anna3 years ago in Humans
Ships at a Distance
How do you write a love story when you’re sitting on the couch at your parent’s house watching a Pixar film at 10:23 p.m. on a Saturday that happens to be the birthday of the last guy you really cared about? And really wishing he knew you’d remembered.
By Deirdre Anna3 years ago in Humans