Markie Smith
Stories (5/0)
The History
If walls could talk, we would have secrets to share. It must be understood that it took me quite a while to understand the world of people as compared to my own. One thing I do know is that I entered the world empty as a vessel, but I did indeed learn. I look back on so much of what I’ve seen not fully realizing what it was until now. It took me so much time to understand and see. The most important aspects to be understood became that I am home. I am a haven. In addition, it was my job to shelter. Therefore, we keep secrets because we are all keepers of our own domain. We have secrets and we hold them because it is our sacred bond with inhabitants that we shield them from the world. They are just as much a part of our lives as we are theirs.
By Markie Smithabout a year ago in Fiction
Time
Heavy waves heaving White tipped pushing returning Footprints wash away
By Markie Smithabout a year ago in Poets
The Proposal
Xander had mastered the art of looking comfortable even when she was disgusted, hurt, or angry. This was something she had to master to live the life she was living. She never liked to look too closely at it and spent much of her time assessing the secret pains of others. She had come early, as always, so that she could get two or three drinks in before her “chaperone” arrived.
By Markie Smith2 years ago in Fiction
Some Moments
It had taken her more than 12 weeks or about 3 months to realize she was pregnant. She kept bleeding on her periods. Honestly, it was just supposed to be a routine pregnancy test at the doctor. She was eating less, vomiting often, tired literally all the time and had passed out 3 times in about 2 months. Once at home, once after swimming, once at work. She was with company each of these times. She had made an appointment with her doctor and found out she was pregnant. The Doctor practically had to pick her up off the floor again, but this time Sawyer was conscious. The sickly sweet smell of the hospital floor and the aseptic lighting made everything feel very unreal, as though suddenly she were underwater. She remembered being so nervous on the way home… will Liam be okay with it, will he want a baby, does she even want a baby? That final question made her imagine baby curls or green eyes on an infant, and she felt something stirring within her already… of course it wasn’t actually the baby moving, but it was the baby moving her.
By Markie Smith2 years ago in Confessions
Ghosts
Faye awoke and it was quite late in the afternoon. Before her job, Faye had usually been the first to wake up, however, working as a cigarette girl in a speakeasy had changed her circadian rhythms significantly; about three days a week, she was walking home at dawn beneath a gold-pink sky, and on at least two other days, Tilly was pulling her out to drink late into the night. Tilly was asleep next to her right now. This morning was New Year’s Eve. On the days Tilly did not have to work, she always made a point to sleep in with Faye. Or at least, get up, eat,tidy, and then take a nap until Faye woke up. Faye moved lightly and Tilly blinked her eyes open,
By Markie Smith2 years ago in Fiction