Lucy Richardson
Bio
I'm a new writer who enjoys fiction writing, personal narratives, and occasionally political deep dives. Help support my work and remember, you can't be neutral on a moving train.
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Stories (49/0)
Anachronism.
In many ways, we remember the history of women in clothes. In the fashions they did and did not choose. The corsets Victorian ladies laced until the boning squeezed their organs until they fell onto velvet fainting couches is how we think of that particular age of oppression. The sparkling flapper dresses and short hair are enigmatic of a newly liberated time. We conjure up and remember images and reenactments of the past, and because women are an unavoidable part of history we think of them too. Typically we imagine them young and rich, in outfits that we design now to reflect the treatment of women then.
By Lucy Richardson28 days ago in Fiction
Hello, It Wasn't Nice To Meet You.
Hello Angel, I have been thinking about this letter for a very long time, and of you for even longer. I suppose it's strange to be hearing from me. I know I must have left a lot of chaos in my wake and I'm sorry for that. I hope we can meet up this Mother's Day (kinda poetic don't you think?) and sort everything out. I've attached the following address for a nice coffee shop near here. My contact information is also below. Please, I hope you will give me a chance.
By Lucy Richardson10 months ago in Confessions
The Power of Location - A Visit to the Kerouac House.
Everyone's got that one place in their hometown that they've never been to. It can be anything; a public garden, a particular restaurant, a concert hall, an abandoned building that people take questionable drugs in, or anything in between and well beyond. Usually, it's tucked away in the corner of the neighborhood you don't go to often or that you always pass through. Maybe it has a particular historical context to it, maybe it's a tourist hotspot, a secret local gem, or some other mix of blogosphere buzz words. You hear people talk about it here and there, sometimes in between chugging beer, heading to work, or rambling on about it in the voice of the suspiciously normal-sounding NPR host. And you tell yourself you'll visit it one day and you nod your head and make a mental note of it as you pass by but you never do get around to it. So in the end the whole place sits there more as a concept than an actual location teasing you for your procrastination and perpetually being the one thing you definitely should know about, but alas you do not.
By Lucy Richardsonabout a year ago in Wander
An Argument for Meditating in Loud Places
Meditation is no longer the sole province of new-age hippies, aesthetic monks, or even casual religious practitioners. Nowadays, mediation is one of the most popular relaxation techniques around and you can find members of all faiths and the secular community practicing meditation and mindfulness techniques. Indeed, there is quite a cottage industry of meditation apps, accessories, and recommendations.
By Lucy Richardsonabout a year ago in Longevity
- Runner-Up in Return of the Night Owl Challenge
Missing FramesRunner-Up in Return of the Night Owl Challenge
"Alright, you ready for this?" "Yeah. I'm ready." Abigail squeezed Hazell's hand for three short seconds then hopped out of the rusty pickup's cab and started walking toward the plantation gates. They were in the final weeks of summer in the heart of Alabama. Around here boys were getting ready to give each other brain damage in football games, girls were squealing at the mere sight of each other as they returned to school, and Hazell was looking out on the land that her ancestors sowed as slaves. What a time and place it was. If she were born in this same place a few hundred years ago, she'd be the one opening the gates for the red-headed girl with pale skin, and they'd be anything but the lovers they are now. But the land would've looked about the same, the building would've been just as tall, and the tell-tale signs of a nation still deeply uncomfortable with black skin were simply less concealed.
By Lucy Richardsonabout a year ago in Fiction
