Dorrie Mack
Bio
Art model, musician, lyricist & short story teller.
Jack of all trades, mistress of none.
Trying to make ends meet and eventually circle around and meet again.
Stories (4/0)
Reminiscing on a Relationship
I was so pleased to find this on my computer as I began it as a writing exercise of sorts. But it is now also a beautiful reminiscence. A look into the very beginning of my relationship until now. Little vignettes, moments in time. We are together ten years so far, and it was beautiful to see the little shapes of us in these brief moments through this writing.
By Dorrie Mack4 years ago in Humans
The Bird
I walk into the pet store, looking for the perfect creature. I have an excess of time and money and love. These things combine to make me the ideal pet owner, or so I am told by multiple Internet surveys. I haven’t yet decided on the creature. A dog would be too dependent and besides, I prefer not to leave the house when it can be avoided. I stroll around the store, the odour emitting from countless cages of small rodents immediately deters me from further investigation of that section. I turn and see the magnificent being. Its small, intent eyes stare straight back into me from its cage. But who could dare cage such an animal? It yearns to be free. Its beautiful blue and yellow wings beg to stretch open and soar to the sky. It climbs up the cage to reach eye-height with me. I know that this is the only creature I would ever want. It gazes at me, opening and shutting its beak, in a sad, silent plea for release. In my home, it would be free to fly around, reach the ceiling, and return to the safety of my shoulder. I understand it.
By Dorrie Mack4 years ago in Petlife
After the rain
After the rain the city smelled not of hope, nor spring- this city was not like most cities, instead it smelled of death, decay. Its odour reflected the inhabitant. Junkies, prostitutes and desperate working classes struggling for survival within invisible borders.
By Dorrie Mack4 years ago in Criminal
