Lily Séjor
Bio
Lily is really not the best at describing herself, so she'll put this down for now and circle back when (if) she's inspired. For now, she wants you to know that she's your verbose friend who rarely knows what to say.
Stories (16/0)
Validation Is Not An Outside Thing. Top Story - June 2024.
Hey Baby, Can we start by taking a second to celebrate the fact that you are here today? Yes! For some of us, it’s a small victory on life that we get to claim every time we wake up. You and I both know we haven’t always wanted to be here. Choosing to stay is a victory. So, congratulations but also thank you! If you are anything like me at your age, I know you are rolling your eyes, right now. But give me a second. It’s a little sappy—I’m aware—but I believe that at every point in life, we all have something to contribute. It doesn’t have to be huge. It can be a simple word to a person who needs to hear it at that very moment. So there you go.
By Lily Séjor4 days ago in Pride
Dreams of Fish
“I been havin’ a strange dream, for weeks, Nana.” “Hmm…” Nana’s slender, wrinkled hands are slow but efficient. One by one, she fishes the pods out of the calabash, presses the center to separate the shells and shakes the cream-colored pigeon peas into an old pot.
By Lily Séjor5 days ago in Fiction
Tell Them I Came Home. Runner-up in Travel Snaps Challenge.
More often than I’d want to confess, I speak to the wind. I picked up the habit as a child, in the Caribbean, where the trade winds constantly sweep across the islands, picking up scents from near and far—each smell, a nugget of information. On the backseat of my mother’s car, over the coastal road, heading to my grandmother’s, an inevitable gust would whisper to my nose and let me know whether or not a fresh batch of sargassum (brown algae) had landed on our shores. In early July, when we set foot on our family’s plot of land, gossips of ripe mangoes would buzz in my nostrils. I have no clear memory of when it started but, one day, I reciprocated and shared a secret with the wind. Today, I speak to my ancestors and send news to them on the flapping wings of birds made of air.
By Lily Séjor29 days ago in Wander
Two Wrinkles In Time. Top Story - May 2024.
It is pointless to run, my darling, because sixty seconds ago, I will kill you. My blade will have sliced reality open right in front of you. It will have first pierced it as it would a bed sheet left hanging to dry, flapping in the wind on a Sunday afternoon. But the metal will have drawn a line in the air that the ghostly tear will have followed. Then I, La Dyablès, machete firmly in hand, will have emerged from what your mind, at the time, could only interpret as the other side of here—whatever that means to you. I know. I have seen that look on the faces of countless unlucky… clients. You will not have been the first nor the last to try and reneg on a riches for soul contract only to present this visage to me when I come to collect.
By Lily Séjor2 months ago in Fiction
My Caribbean Agoodjié. First Place in The Dragon Beside Me Challenge.
Guadeloupe – any time between 1635 and 1946 (perhaps even 2024) Picture a woman—a proud woman who stands tall and centers her values in every aspect of her life. Her elegance and her strength cannot be denied. In her presence, knees buckle and backs bend. Without ever uttering a single word, she calls for respect and special attentions. A silent look from her and everything falls into place. At times, she chooses to distill the entirety of her power in a simple throat clearing, which, in turn, can clear a table, empty a room or wipe out a workforce.
By Lily Séjor4 months ago in Viva
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