Mauricia Malveaux
Bio
I'm a playwright, comic book author and writer of wry wit and minuscule talent.
Stories (4/0)
Sarah
The outside world was unknown to her, but she could see a glimpse of it through the window in his room. Pronouns were trickier now; the world was trickier now. Sarah as he was now known had never existed outside of this hospital room or Stephen’s mind. The process was now illegal for a number of reasons. "The Great Sickness" had wiped out all but ten percent of men and all but fifty percent of women. It was referred to as "The Great Sickness" because there were scarcely enough people left in the world to find out its cause. It seemed to attack the Y chromosome. One little shred of DNA had nearly caused the annihilation of the human race. Quarantine, medication, prayers; nothing worked. The young, the old, the sickness did not discriminate saved for the fact that it effected men more than women.
By Mauricia Malveauxabout a year ago in Pride
Bunnies and Marigolds
"I used to be a playwright, Once upon a time." The dark-haired, blue -eyed woman laughed awkwardly. "I... I didn't think I'd be able to share tonight. Truth is I wanted nothing more than to grab a bottle an hour ago. " The woman laughed uncomfortably again through the computer screen. "Six years... six years and... that's still where I want to run."
By Mauricia Malveaux3 years ago in Fiction
A Nice Pair of Winter Gloves
I've a sizable chip on my shoulder for the issues of poverty and homelessness. (That was code for expect this story to be preachy.) At present I have a whole of $60 dollars to my name, that is if you count what's in my bank account, in my pocket, and in between the cushions. When I say I have nothing to give I really do mean it.
By Mauricia Malveaux3 years ago in Humans