Sleepy Drafts
Hi, there! I'm Em, a 25-year-old writer from Ontario who focuses on music, mental health, short stories, and poetry. Thanks for stopping by! I hope there's something in here that makes you smile. :)
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Rosewater
I’m never going to be beautiful like that. Like pink roses. Soft and elegant with blushing, delicate petals. A perfumed sweetness on their breath, lips dewy and pouting. This kind of beauty is classic.
Sleepy DraftsPublished 6 days ago in FictionPracticing Gratitude, One Cup of Coffee at a Time
I am grateful for this cup of coffee. Judey Kalchik started her #31DaysOfGratitude practice at the start of October and it's inspired me to follow suit - or at least try! This morning, I woke up to a kind of gnawing anxiety which then manifested into silly frustration over petty things.
Sleepy DraftsPublished 2 months ago in MotivationSo, You Found Yourself at a Party Full of Vampires
October's sweet, sharp breath chills the air as leaves drop to the ground. The sky darkens but the mood brightens: black and orange streamers decorate lawns and plastic fangs hang from laughing mouths. Costumes, both bright and macabre, begin to line the streets.
Sleepy DraftsPublished 2 months ago in BeatTom
It’s 3 am on September 28, 2021. I am crying in the passenger seat of my boyfriend’s car as we deliver newspapers. It has only been a few hours since we heard of Tom’s passing. We are both in shock, even though it makes little sense for us to be. Neither of us knew Tom personally and yet there is a grief in our car that cannot be ignored or denied.
Sleepy DraftsPublished 2 months ago in FamiliesA Playlist Called Summer
A playlist called Summer glares at me. She’s been waiting for weeks now. I’ve stood her up. I’ve been ignoring her calls. She reminds me that time is running out.
Sleepy DraftsPublished 4 months ago in BeatAnd It Was Beautiful
The sky beams fuchsia. The sun is redder than a bleeding heart. Willows weep roses. Pale shades of pink scatter through long strands of cotton candy-coloured grass, as they stroke against my skin. My body lends into the earth, still soft from the daily, New Earth Agrituals.
Sleepy DraftsPublished 5 months ago in Fiction
Beyond The Music: Flo'Jo (Cool Blu)
The first time I listened to Cool Blu was last summer. I’d stumbled across his Instagram page and into an album that turned out to be exactly what I needed at that time. Everyone was in quarantine and I had decided that (for some reason) this was the best time for me to face some demons.
Sleepy DraftsPublished 5 months ago in BeatLaughterhouse 8
Sof, come back. The tiles on the ceiling are dark and water-stained. Alex looks at me, “Where did you go?” I blink and shake my head, “I don’t know.”
Sleepy DraftsPublished 6 months ago in Fiction
