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 (48/0)
Station #9
Pandora Medical Log - Emergency Doctor Reginald Patients are becoming infected at an increased rate. The transmission seems to have doubled from R-2 to R-4, more research will be needed to discover if this is the case. The method of transmission remains unclear, although blood is the most likely method.
By Lucy Richardson2 years ago in Fiction
Ocean-Deep Joy
I never noticed how nice the air in autumn was, or how many streaks of gold cut through my brown hair. But I do now, and I guess he does too. I should drink tea more slowly and actually read instead of skim, maybe, maybe not, that'd be hard, but I should do that. Take things at a gentler pace. Like this walk.
By Lucy Richardson2 years ago in Fiction
Nasim's Journey
Nasim was always a little too early for everything. She woke up before the sun, fell asleep before the moon rose, ran before she walked, and was even born a week early. Some days it seemed as if she was running from the wind itself. Her mother joked that one day the wind would rob Nasim of everything she had and send her flying. She said it in the fluid motions of their family's sign language. A language that swayed like wheat fields and crackled like fire but never made a sound. Her blind father wasn't as grave about Nasim's early bird mischief but always teased her about her lack of rhythm. Where she had two left feet he glided through the world, snapping out counter-rhythms to hear where he went and placing his feet carefully through their family's fields. Dancing, music-making, and memorizing his way through life in perfect time.
By Lucy Richardson2 years ago in Fiction
Why is Erotica "Trashy"?
From 50 Shades of Gray to every trashy romance novel sold for 50 cents on the dollar, erotica is considered the bastion of the creatively deaf author. Its most well-known titles, such as the one mentioned previously, are notoriously (and genuinely) awful. Filled with awful prose, stilted dialogue, and laughably bad sex scenes erotica isn't exactly what one would call 'high brow.' However, is erotica irrevocably bad, or has it been unfairly shoved to the wayside due to societal taboos?
By Lucy Richardson2 years ago in Filthy
A Children's Fable: Xila & The Scarlet Guide
"Xila! Xila! Where are you? Xila!" The princess was shouting out for her faithful, canine friend. They had gone wandering beyond their kingdom's desert at the edges of the rainforest. The trickster Káuyumarie had played his games on them leaving each one lost to search and yelp helplessly for the other. As the Princess struggled to find her friend and guardian she began to cry.
By Lucy Richardson3 years ago in Fiction
Why the Right to Life Must Include the Right to Die
We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness.
By Lucy Richardson3 years ago in The Swamp
Cancer & My Papap
Cancer is a writhing, slippery demon. Snaking its way through the body wreaking havoc from start to finish. It begins as a microscopic cell then it spreads across a whole organ, 0nly to spread even further bringing anguish to each cell that it so much as grazes. And it will keep going because cancer never dies, the pain never ends, it will steal every bit of joy it can as you claw at your own body wondering why and how such pain could exist.
By Lucy Richardson3 years ago in Families
- Top Story - September 2021
Rogers: Or How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Overcome the OCD.Top Story - September 2021
I was 10 when it first happened. When this specific fear first appeared and drilled its way through the folds of my brain and stayed there. I was sitting on the couch while my mother worked her second job and just for a moment I looked over at the kitchen. Then, an intruder came into my head, a quick image of me plucking a knife from its block and stabbing myself in the gut.
By Lucy Richardson3 years ago in Psyche
