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Ms. Lou Who
Bio
I'm a creative writer who daydreams about different realities that aren't real until I write them into existence. I hope you enjoy the worlds born from my words!
Stories (4/0)
Bonham Lake
Uncle Tony’s truck / backs up next to a ragged picnic table / The rusty tailgate scratches against my sunburnt shoulders / as I slouch / into a faded-blue foldable lawn chair / Wearing swimming shorts and a bikini top that covered my stomach / a flip-flop tan line / arches high on my toes / I get up to grab a hot dog / knowing / grill marks / means it's well done / An ice chest by the grill / two chilled 6-packs not for me / the cooler acting as a seat for my Aunt / holds bottles of juice for the kids / Excuse me Aunt Lisa / politely reach arm deep / ice melted / freezing cold water / pluck out a blue juice / My arm is cold as I pass my younger cousins who argue / But I wanna play with the big water-gun / No, it’s still my turn / Uncles almost step on me as they hoard around grandpa / Jokes of giving him a kiss on the cheek / his face going red / Get gone! I’m not gay! / Everyone laughing in an octave lower / the more comfortable you are with someone / the more comfortable your voice gets in your throat / but I don't speak / I sit in my chair / I think I hate camping / Mama and Sister / also hate camping / zips out of the tent after I fall asleep / So, I'm left tossing and turning over / rocks/ twigs / and beer-bottle caps / sticking through the plastic floor / into the fluff of my sleeping bag.
By Ms. Lou Who11 months ago in Poets
Element Inheritance
Home life sucks ass because when my parents aren’t passed out on the couch drunk, they’re having sex stoned out of their minds; and no one wants to see that shit. As soon as I spot sunlight, I smell-test my shirt, grab my black leather jacket, and stuff a pack of cigs in my pocket. Fuck being quiet. My parents won’t notice me leaving as the door slams behind me.
By Ms. Lou Who11 months ago in Chapters
Revenge of the Siren's Song
Dale slathers sunscreen on his sunburnt skin. He doesn’t mind the long working hours in the sun because being a lifeguard for Taniwha Bay Beach gives him everything he needs. He’s paid well and has the best lunches at Seafoodtastic, the shrimp shack right off the bay. He interacts with all the locals and tourists visiting the beach. He gets to save people. Hopefully, it'll impress her.
By Ms. Lou Who11 months ago in Chapters