Mackenzie Davis
Bio
“When you are describing a shape, or sound, or tint, don’t state the matter plainly, but put it in a hint. And learn to look at all things with a sort of mental squint.” Lewis Carroll
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Stories (111/0)
- Top Story - April 2024
Subterranean Purples
Riley knew what it took. As the cave grew narrower, she could feel herself getting closer to something primordial. The corridor started to soften, ever so slightly. It grabbed at her. Something in the air reminded her of deep slumber and the center of Earth.
By Mackenzie Davis26 days ago in Fiction
Father, Aglow
When Susannah opens the door, I remember why I lost you. It was ages ago, decades. Hell, centuries for all it matters. The years as they stare at me are fresh and new in the light from the deck. It’s orange and blue, you across from me, radiating the fire I put behind you. I am not the sun. Was not. I’ll end just as blue as a corpse in snow.
By Mackenzie Davis2 months ago in Fiction
Writing is Not a War Zone
After reading the comments on Essay 5 "Writing is NOT a Safe Space," I wanted to clarify my argument. Though the reception was overall positive, I felt the nuanced heart of what I was trying to communicate was perhaps overshadowed by an either/or perception.
By Mackenzie Davis2 months ago in Writers
- Top Story - February 2024
An Exercise in Receiving Kindness
My therapist calls it “immersion therapy.” I don’t agree with his methods. The key, he says, is to lie entirely still and breathe only from my mouth, enough to not panic, but not too loudly that the human wakes up. I cross my arms.
By Mackenzie Davis2 months ago in Fiction
