Joanna McLoughlin
Bio
/// fiction with a dark edge ///
\\\non-fiction on the wellbeing tip\\\
CW/TW for my fiction work: often contains violence and may contain references to trauma/dv/assault
Stories (16/0)
unlocked
Smashing the rusted lock broke a silence held for years. At first, I did not know why my heart became more still in the moment I stepped through the door of the old barn again, but it had been so long since my mind felt peace. Only ten years had passed, yet it was almost like returning to the womb, dark and cocooning, as if it were the only safe place imaginable; nothing really mattered behind the enormous doors, under the strange, broken, comfort of a familiarly leaking roof. Over the course of all of the years, such calm had become foreign to me, and almost threatening in its unusualness. I thought this place would trap me like a jail, but it had been its secret which kept me prisoner.
By Joanna McLoughlin3 years ago in Fiction
Blink
The hospital called to say there was an emergency. I was listed as her next of kin. I drove for two hours, to a place I had never been, with a tiny, confused baby. They called because my mother's heart stopped. She was dead for many minutes. They persevered. They started her heart. Tests follow.
By Joanna McLoughlin3 years ago in Humans
What are you afraid of?
Someone asked me today why I've not really blogged for a while, they said they've missed my 'words of wisdom'. That kind of summed it up, really, because the truth is, I've not been feeling very wise. I've found the last few months (and by that, I mean years) to be incredibly taxing on all emotional and mental levels, and often, as the day draws to a close, it has felt like I've had precisely zero wisdom to share.
By Joanna McLoughlin3 years ago in Motivation
by gaslight
The End had come suddenly, in the way that most things break, in an unexpectedly expected manner. Humanity saw the horizon, ignored the signs, paid the price; the usual story. There had been war for as many years as it took for it to feel like normality, and then came a time when dialogue became perceived as fruitless, communication gave way to fear, and eventually all it took were the egos of a few to extinguish the existence of billions.
By Joanna McLoughlin3 years ago in Fiction