Suze Kay

Joined June 2021

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Bio

Surrounded by all things bright and beautiful, writing all things dark and gloomy.

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Stories (24/0)

In the Swell
On the twentieth of June, my son drowned while I got my dick sucked at a cheap motel in Annandale. I faked a call from work and met my ex in the same room as always. I came home late that night to an empty house and when I turned my phone on, I had a hundred missed calls. As the clock turned and the day with it, I drove to the hospital to find my family destroyed.
By Suze Kayabout 15 hours ago in Fiction
Gratitude, Part 1
Wednesday Morning 1. Susan If there's a holiday I don't care about, it's Thanksgiving. But Bobby's family just goes nuts for it. Every year it's a whole procedure. Three generations of extended family (thirty people!) descend on the family farm to eat, drink, and fight over board games until the weekend is over. There's a strict schedule, a dress code, and bizarre traditions that make no sense. At least not to me.
By Suze Kay16 days ago in Fiction
Hot and Cold
When I think back on my high school days, I remember how cruel we were. To ourselves, to our parents, to each other. I tried to remind myself of that every time Mariah gave me sass or did something stupid, but it didn’t help me understand her. She often said I just didn’t get it, and she was right. They say your brain isn’t developed until your mid-twenties and it must be true, because I can’t remember why we were so cruel, or what logic went into the dumb shit we did. My memories of my young years are glazed with hormones, hot with the conviction that everything was rigged against me. It’s not like I woke up at 26 and thought cool, I’m done cooking now. What a weird ride that was. It’s more like one day I called my dad and realized we weren’t talking past each other anymore. We were finally speaking the same language.
By Suze Kay17 days ago in Fiction
Songs of Love and Loss
Led Zeppelin - Stairway to Heaven Once a month on Friday nights, your middle school hosts a dance in the school gym. You wear as much makeup and as little clothing as your mom will let you get away with, shedding layers and borrowing lipstick in the girl's bathroom once you get there. Your dad ruins your life by volunteering to chaperone every single dance.
By Suze Kay21 days ago in Beat
Discovery
"You ok?" I asked from the front seat. Andi lay in the back, a plastic bag hung limply from one wrist. The other was thrown over her head. If I were to paint this picture, I would name it Agony of the Pregnant Martyr.
By Suze Kay24 days ago in Fiction
The Artist's Way
For as long as I've been alive, I've wanted to be a writer. My mom fondly recalls that as a toddler, long before I could write, I would scrawl long, doodley lines on paper and make her 'read' them to me. All through middle and high school, I wrote constantly. I wrote for pleasure, but more importantly, I wrote for compliments. Nothing frustrated me more than editing. Nothing disappointed me more than my teachers' criticism.
By Suze Kay25 days ago in Motivation
Bad Cop
The tea has gone cold. She tips it into the sink and the mug falls from her fingers, clattering in the steel basin. “What was that?” Brian asks. She jumps. He’s right behind her.
By Suze Kay27 days ago in Fiction
The Path
We stood together at the side of the road with our bikes at our sides. Deep in the forest, shafts of evening sunlight formed a brilliant path.
By Suze Kay27 days ago in Fiction
In the Glow
It was a time of cigarettes lit in subway cars, of armed robberies at every bodega in my neighborhood, of waste. Bars were drawn over every storefront. Lines stretched around the block of my grocery store all day, every day. Construction stopped and stalled. Gentrification crawled its way back to the suburbs and stewed there.
By Suze Kay29 days ago in Horror
First Place in Sensational Challenge
Yellow WoodFirst Place in Sensational Challenge
Jimmy takes his gun into the woods. Jimmy has done this before, and never will again. The light is yellow. The trees are tall. Birch bark
By Suze Kay29 days ago in Poets
Runner-Up in Broken Mirror Challenge
The TrickRunner-Up in Broken Mirror Challenge
The mirror showed a reflection that wasn't my own. It was almost mine. But the brows were pale and fuzzy, the lips cracked and bleeding. I twitched; the reflection twitched too. I slid a finger across a brow and brought off the chalky residue of brow gel on my fingertip. I slid my glossy lips together. The reflection mirrored the action, but grimaced as drops of blood smeared.
By Suze Kay2 months ago in Fiction
Cloudwatch
Every night at midnight, the purple clouds came out to dance with the blushing sky. Under that sky, Mariah Heap drew her last breath.
By Suze Kay3 months ago in Fiction

Suze Kay

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Stories (24/0)

In the Swell

Gratitude, Part 1

Hot and Cold

Songs of Love and Loss

Discovery

The Artist's Way

Bad Cop

The Path

In the Glow

Yellow WoodFirst Place in Sensational Challenge

The TrickRunner-Up in Broken Mirror Challenge

Cloudwatch

Achievements (2)