Jillian Spiridon
Bio
just another writer with too many cats
twitter: @jillianspiridon
Stories (325/0)
The Sleepwalkers
It all started as just another game to play: Cass began to go out into the night and take photos of the downtown area. Her mother would have locked her up in her room and barred the windows if she had known, but Cass always made sure to leave out the back door right after her mom fell asleep from that third glass of wine. And if her dad had known—well, he wasn’t there, so what did it matter?
By Jillian Spiridon3 years ago in Futurism
How She Disappeared
There were some things you never spoke about in a small town—even though the rumor mill ran like clockwork, ever-shifting yet always somehow relevant. Barb at the Old Knocker Diner would say a few words over her pot of coffee right before she poured you a cup, or Denny at the gas station would fill you in on the latest gossip while he handed you your pack of cigs. On November 1st, that was how the name Laney Romano started as just a name on the tongue, an idea, rather than a substantial construct of a person.
By Jillian Spiridon3 years ago in Criminal
5 Things Instagram Made Me Want to Buy
Anyone who has had disposable income thanks to stimulus checks over the course of the pandemic likely knows my plight: sometimes you find yourself scrolling through your feed on your social media of choice, and there pops up an intriguing ad that makes you give pause. My downfall? Instagram. The ads themselves cover a diversity of what the algorithm thinks I may like—anything from books and foreign language courses to jewelry and streaming services. The myriad is endless in its scope, especially with Instagram keeping track of how much time I spend on particular posts or interests.
By Jillian Spiridon3 years ago in Styled
Little Whispers
Dee Montraine had not planned on becoming a single mother (but then, who did?). When she told the news to her mother, she did not get a delighted smile or even a hug—but a slap across the face, sure to leave a bruise when the pain had settled in. The last thing Dee saw through her tears was the way her mother’s body shook as if electricity were running through her veins. There hadn’t been a need for words right then, though her mother did not do the cruel thing and throw her daughter out into the nowhere landscape of the small town where they lived.
By Jillian Spiridon3 years ago in Futurism