Jillian Spiridon
Bio
just another writer with too many cats
twitter: @jillianspiridon
Stories (325/0)
Save Your Last Breath
"Breathe. I need to breathe." Listen, and use your imagination. The oxygen levels were depleting fast. Pollution made way for every manner of sickness—but the government leaders never expected the very earth to turn against them. Plants and trees withered away to nothing, and the soil was parched in every corner of the globe. Even the rain forests, the last sanctuaries, became deserts over time.
By Jillian Spiridon3 years ago in Fiction
Take a Breath: A Playlist
Ever just feel like stopping and taking a deep breath? This world's all kinds of crazy, and we often get so lost in ourselves and our worries that we lose sight of the present moment. It's so easy to miss out on right now when you're thinking of tomorrow, next week, the months and years ahead.
By Jillian Spiridon3 years ago in Beat
Acid Rain
It’s only the fourth day of the government-induced lockdown, and I think I am already beginning to hate him. He catches me staring at him as he looks up from his work laptop. I don’t lower my eyes like I might usually do. Instead, my gaze furrows into a glare. Then I look away before I can register if he’s amused or pissed off.
By Jillian Spiridon3 years ago in Fiction
In the Cage of a Dream's Lament
It was the perfect life. Trella lived for the moments when she stood in a ballroom, hushed voices rising over the music that provided an ambiance absent from ordinary life. Even when she was not dancing, she liked to close her eyes and just bask in the soft percussion and the trill of a violin. And, no matter how much she wandered or frolicked among the gathered guests, her feet never ached.
By Jillian Spiridon3 years ago in Fiction
Kissing Her at the End of the World
The apocalypse is just something made up for shock value. I’ve seen the old-time movies where monsters rise from the sea, where alien invaders populate the skies with their ships, and where natural disasters give humanity its comeuppance at last.
By Jillian Spiridon3 years ago in Fiction