R.C. Taylor

Joined July 2021

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Part-time daydreamer. Full-time dork.

Follow along for stories about a little bit of everything (i.e. adventure and other affairs of the heart).

My debut chapbook, Cognitive Dissonance, is out: https://forms.gle/oxkCRRpvwxvqtavK8

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Stories (214/0)

The Clock-Drawing Test
“Now, that’s absolutely stunning, now, isn’t it?” came the abrupt coo that had me pause my shuffling. After bending down to retrieve the iridescent feather glinting in the day shy light, Alice slowly straightened, letting out a hiss of air as she did.
By R.C. Taylor14 days ago in Fiction
Antique Books & Parchment
He loved the way she would absent-mindedly bite the end of her quill in concentration only to splutter quietly the moment the feathers touched her tongue. He always pretended to not see.
By R.C. Taylor14 days ago in Fiction
Accretion
Something pulled him to Alyxander, something primal and instinctual that was beyond sexual attraction. All he knew is that they felt like two magnets flying towards one another across a great distance. Their joining would be destructive but it was all they wanted. Raw, dark curiosity drove him, dangerous in this form.
By R.C. Taylor14 days ago in Fiction
The Torch & The Flame
She thought that Dorian would have given some rousing speech, a martyr’s last words but all he did was look lamentably at her and mumble hoarsely, “I’m sorry I failed”.
By R.C. Taylor14 days ago in Fiction
After Constellations Go Dark
Fly, Volans, is the last thought I manage before the fever finally overwhelms me just as the aurora lights go dim, waves of light disappearing one by one as if someone was turning off switches and saying goodnight.
By R.C. Taylor14 days ago in Fiction
Bystander
While you quietly watched, my lover crawled up my throat like a blossoming rose, thorns nailing my tongue as I suffocated.
By R.C. Taylor25 days ago in Poets
The Night After I Killed Myself
Dear Me, The night after I killed myself, dreams woke me up and I found myself across the country in my mother’s
By R.C. Taylorabout a month ago in Poets
Dear Grief
Dear Grief, Her floral sheets wave in the wind like hoisted sails broken free from masts, and with them wafts the smell of laundry,
By R.C. Taylorabout a month ago in Poets
Gravity Offended
Dear Americans, The sun rises in the east as Black and brown communities are forced to finger paint with the blood
By R.C. Taylor2 months ago in Poets
Desert Bloom
Dearest Love, my 傻瓜, How could anyone not love you? From the moment I met your eyes I was welcomed home before we even said our first hello.
By R.C. Taylor2 months ago in Poets
A Six Word Letter
Dear Grammy, I miss you. ̶W̶h̶e̶n̶ ̶y̶o̶u̶ ̶d̶i̶e̶d̶ ̶s̶o̶m̶e̶h̶o̶w̶ ̶t̶h̶e̶ ̶w̶o̶r̶l̶d̶ ̶k̶e̶p̶t̶ ̶t̶u̶r̶n̶i̶n̶g̶.̶ ̶I̶ ̶w̶a̶n̶t̶e̶d̶ ̶t̶o̶ ̶b̶e̶g̶ ̶i̶t̶ ̶t̶o̶ ̶w̶a̶i̶t̶—
By R.C. Taylor2 months ago in Poets
There is a Poem in a Sunflower
Dear Mother, While traipsing on the dunes by the beach, sea air leaving salty kisses on my skin, I saw a sunflower
By R.C. Taylor2 months ago in Poets

R.C. Taylor

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Stories (214/0)

The Clock-Drawing Test

Antique Books & Parchment

Accretion

The Torch & The Flame

After Constellations Go Dark

Bystander

The Night After I Killed Myself

Dear Grief

Gravity Offended

Desert Bloom

A Six Word Letter

There is a Poem in a Sunflower

Achievements (2)