Daddy called her stupid, useless, shit-for-brains, hey numbskull, and idiot among other things. Ma called her Tammy, Tammy Lynn, not right now baby, I’m busy, maybe later. Her teachers could never remember her name. Beatrice called her Tammy-Lynn, but that doesn’t fit you, how about Quidnunc, Quid for short. Friend, best friend. Her classmates called…
Author: littlegentian
I suck at "about me" summaries. I have an MFA in Creative Writing and I love to write. I used to sling coffee for a living, but now I am an administrative assistant. I am the friend who wanders around the world with little to no filters and blurts out every funny story idea that comes to me, but if I don't write them down immediately I forget. I can make almost anything sexual. I love reading Scorpio stereotypes.
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Between His Legs
He had his legs spread, long fingers wrapped around the lower half of a large coffee cup and all she could think about was getting down on her knees between those legs and those long fingers pushing through her short hair. She imagines one of those fingers pressing inside her or all five of them…
Update and Process
Hey Delightful Readers! Good news, today was my 2/3rds day so I worked 6 hours instead of 9 and was able to come home and do some transcribing. I have the odd quirk of being unable to create in text documents on computers. I sit down and see the endless expanse of nothing and my…
Fireworks
Very little can pull Quid away from books and articles and reports. She isn’t fond of TV or radio or movies and video games and board games never hold her long, but the thud of exploding shells overriding her heartbeat gets her every time. She remembers old, worn blankets spread over dewy grass and the…
A Concern Returned
Originally posted on capital2apple:
Dear Jane, Concerned is a mild adjective for my feelings regarding the human race. When you work in the service industry such as I do, it quickly becomes hard to see the good side of humanity. I have observed many coworkers go from congenial and kind people to flinty-eyed, snarling,…
Tattoos
Tattoo peeks up over the collar of his loose orange shirt, the cuffs slide down over the backs of his hands. The tattoo looks vaguely floral/greenery and curls a little around his neck. Right below his left ear are two stars, much lighter than the half-hidden tattoo. She imagines how her lips would press to…
Playlist 3 – Angry Prose Poem
Playlist: Angry Constraint: Rearrange the words to make a prose poem using only two lines at a time. Comes Day Again Rock me – exactly. Tell the bass to up the me, to step me up. Step upon all my need. Time known in anyone, I always like to not depend. The hundredth everything before…
Playlists Introduction
“I realized that subject matter is not something to worry about. Our concerns and obsessions will surface no matter what we do.” “If we don’t have to worry about subject matter, we are free to concentrate on form.” “…that any constraint stretches the imagination.” -Rosemarie Waldrop Introduction time again! I want to have a…
Gilded
Quid owns very few books due to her almost perfect memory and recall, despite her crippling inability to answer direct questions. She borrows from libraries and reads articles online and spends afternoons browsing bookstores, but she can remember when she was younger the books she desperately wanted to own. The thick, ornately bound, gilt-edged classics…
Douchebag
It’s funny when you see someone and immediately think douchebag. There is no rhyme or reason. Slick looking white/silver framed sunglasses that fit snugly and are razor thin, a cocky grin, and a number 25 Yankee’s jersey open over a dark blue t-shirt. He’s got sunburn bright red along the top edge of his forearm….
A Concern Voiced
Originally posted on capital2apple:
Dearest Libby, I am concerned for human kind. Today I received an e-mail from our Security Manager specifically outlining those items that employees should NOT attempt to shred. It was alarming to learn that my coworkers are attempting to shred plastic bags, pizza boxes, paper coffee cups, juice boxes, broken…
Ocean
Quid grew up far away from large bodies of water. She never learned to swim, never went to the public pool (that cost money). She never took baths, only showers. The closest she got to swimming was when Benny from two trailers down shoved her into the pond and she nearly drowned. Water was not…
Little Gentian 