prose, short stories, and occasional poetry of the mystery, crime, and psychological horror variety
There is nothing like relief. Flooding into you, cooling your bones. Sitting in the counselor's office, sobbing, I spilled out how I was afraid that Melissa was going to kill herself. Fear. Grief. I felt in that moment that I had already lost her.
By maisie 3 years ago in Poets
I heard someone say — on Tiktok, of all places— that every once in a very long while, you find your soul dog. Your heart dog. That dog that is everything to you. If you’re lucky. I never considered myself a lucky person, but eight years ago, I brought home my soul dog.
By maisie 3 years ago in Petlife
One Eleanor was the only passenger to get off the train in Brattleboro. Clutching her puffer tight to her torso and dragging a suitcase that was eighty-percent books, her breath made clouds in front of her. It was infinitely colder than California, and the scanty winter wardrobe that she had retained after a year and a half in the Golden State would be a disappointment for any native Vermonter.
By maisie 3 years ago in Criminal
This has never happened before. I know it happens-- to other people, never to me. I was lucky. Everything else, I could handle. The catcalls and whistling, the hungry stares. They stayed away. And they never tried to talk to me.
sometimes i would sit in the dark consumed in my thoughts my fears of what i would do if you left me when we were both
We had wanted a dog since we moved out after the divorce, and we moved into our second rental with that in mind. But I think it was my brother who finally sealed the deal.