ghost with a keyboard ~
𝙲𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚏𝚒𝚎𝚍 𝙸𝚗𝚏𝚘 (𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚕 𝙼𝚘𝚖 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚜)
Dear Mom, It was a sweltering day outside in Chicago the first time I experienced the immense turmoil of adult life. While I was used to helping you by working side jobs, this kind of independence in college was different. Instead of having someone around to give me hints on how to navigate this new terrain, I just had me. Complete solitude.
Phone calls from the Dice
𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝟷 "There weren't always dragons in the Valley." Stumbling over my words a little, I played with the gleaming transclucent dice that were always kept in my red satin bag. For this scene, I began to narrate the mystery behind our crumbling kingdom in my (slightly overpriced) wizard cosplay from the Comic World Convention. Or, "CWC" as I call it.
- Runner-Up in Ship of Dreams Challenge
A Pocket Watch is a Barrier
I‘ve been looking all over the sea. It is still terribly cold. All I can find are dark corridors and overwhelming amounts of coral and debris. They are bursting through the familiar pipes and dressers that I once touched. The drawers that I put my clothes in are barren.
Black Hair Dye, a Blank Canvas, and a Woman in Hiding
When I first spotted a single gray hair on my head, I was 21 years old. Immediately, I rushed to the store to grab a box dye that would wipe away its existence after 30 minutes of setting. It was a quick fix, a way to wash away the signs that I was stressing myself out.