E. McAuley
Bio
Musings from a wandering mind.
Stories (8/0)
Tuning In to the Universe
It's Monday, 3 a.m. I'm drifting in the dark, eyes burning as I swipe up to look at just one more post. Then one more. And one more after that. I want to sleep, but I can't stop. Something restless and immense is prowling at the back of my mind. If I set my phone down and close my eyes, I'll have to face this existential dread.
By E. McAuley3 years ago in Beat
- Top Story - March 2021
Bury Your TropesTop Story - March 2021
If you're queer and you're looking for the perfect movie match for date night, then you've come to the right place, my friend. Come in, come in! I've been toiling night and day over a top-secret matchmaking algorithm guaranteed to set you up with the media of your dreams.
By E. McAuley3 years ago in Geeks
Summer Night
The darkness folds down in satin layers, summer softening the transition into night. Silhouette trees fill with the clicking, murmur, and chatter of frogs, crickets, and katydids. Cotton clouds flash and flicker along the horizon, and a few stray fireflies drift through the humid air, signaling back to the distant storm.
By E. McAuley3 years ago in Poets
Pouring
Rain, rhythmic on a taut umbrella—the stretched canvas too small to keep water from soaking the soft fabric of my coat. The legs of my slacks, drenched and dragging, and the grey sky unrelenting as the rain sheets down in heavy curtains. Spray comes up with each passing car—hulking bodies skidding and weaving as they barrel too fast into pools too deep.
By E. McAuley3 years ago in Poets