“Truth or dare.” She spoke through slithering lips and, in that moment, I noticed a harshness in her face that I never saw in my own. It was a surprise, to see her carry such an unfamiliar, icy glare. Maybe it was my ego, my pride, telling me I never looked that deceptive, conniving, manipulative. Or maybe, despite being identical, my sister and I had slight differences, just below the surface, waiting to bubble out.
Virgo's Undoing- Series I
The salty breeze felt like an invitation to a sanctuary I never knew existed, a safe reprieve from the monotony of simply living. Dazed under a dazzling sky, I stood in awe as the stars mirrored themselves onto the tides below. The sea hummed my name, Virgo, and in its whisper I was beckoned home, to a space past the waves.
Spit & The River
He started by saying that the fastest way to die is to worry about things that have already happened. The old man spoke through wrinkled lips. I licked the rum off of my own and begged him to continue. He looked at me once and then sighed reluctantly. The story, he said, began small.
Not Safe For Work
It is a Tuesday and on Tuesdays I feel like dying. Not to be dramatic, really, people would describe me as anything but that. Morbid, maybe. That makes more sense.
Stories I'll Tell When I See You Again
I swear I could see icicles on your eyelashes, a raindrop hanging off the tip of your nose. It was a cold morning when you flew into the bakery, the bells on the door chiming like leaves whispering of an approaching storm. Beneath your pale skin were bright eyes, the promise of warmth. Then you smiled that James Dean smile and my stomach fell to the floor. In the blur, you asked about the smell in the air and I replied chocolate croissants and almond torte. You walked closer and I blushed. It was a day I will never forget; Thursday, April 2, 1964.
- First Place in Little Black Book Challenge
The Delicate Art of Counting to Three
It’s a remarkable balance, keeping oneself together in this brittle thing we call life. Honestly, it’s a miracle I hold myself together at all, but I try my best. It’s just that my best consists of exhausting, tireless repetition, repeated in threes, to simply, hopefully, make life alright.