Delicately protruding veins lace the back of her hand and her knuckles are slightly red. She’s carrying a bouquet of flowers – yellow and purple. Three bracelets on her right wrist, metallic black stones, a silver circlet charm bracelet, and rosy pink-brown stones. Dyed auburn hair and her eyes are closed behind her sunglasses. Pale…
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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Repercussions of a Breakup – Part two
Laura walked through the dairy aisle on autopilot, her mind wrapped up in the latest crisis on the home front. She was staring blankly at the milk display when Jess popped up next to her. “Laur,” Jess called. “Hmm?” Laura turned to see her friend holding out a large container of yogurt. “You should get…
Kiss
Galen flicked through the TV channels while Quid worked her way through a book on quantum physics. He stopped and nudged her. “Hmm?” Quid murmured, turning a page. “Book down, time to watch some TV,” Galen said. Quid glanced at the screen, Jeopardy was just starting. “Galen…” she started softly. “Quid,” he replied, leaning in…
Clown
She had long, thin, coltish legs and wore shorts with a high waist that covered her bellybutton. Her Dijon mustard yellow shirt was a crop top that exposed a few inches of skin. Her long wavy hair was loose and fell down past her shoulders, a few shades off from her shirt. But what drew…
Sunshine
Quid looks like she doesn’t get a lot of sun. She’s naturally pale, but it’s not just her genetics. Too many hours spent inside behind computers and books makes her look sun-starved. She rapidly blinks whenever she emerges from a building even on a cloudy day. It’s as if her body can’t understand natural light…
Flip It
A man and a woman enter the train, the doors sliding shut behind them. The man lounges against the doors, his skin flushed and a little sweaty. He’s wearing running clothes, loose fitting running pants and a tight shirt that clings to his flat stomach. She is in a bright red, long-sleeved hoodie, tight spandex…
Welcome to the Family
Hey everyone, I would like to introduce you to the newest character to invade my psyche. She is going to get her own subheading in Graphite Smears because I am using a series of prompts to settle into her character and world. Most of my research has not been done so most of these vignettes…
“I am Not Your Fucking Baby”
The above quote is from a friend of mine, it was her answer to the question, “What do you want to say to street harassers?” My response was “Go fuck yourself because no one else will.” Another woman said, “Don’t tell me to smile” with a middle finger raised. “Has cat-calling ever worked?” was a…
Male Counterpart
He looks good in soft, dark blue sweatpants, his green and black running shoes. He’s writing in a spiral notebook, legs crossed so he can use the top one to write – like me. Light brown hair, pale, slatey blue t-shirt under a blue and black striped hoodie with a black hood, under an unzipped…
Absent
Her hair is parted a little bit to the left of center. It’s straight and conforms to the curves of her head. Some hangs outside the collar of her coat and some hangs inside, the ends turning up a little towards each other leaving a small space of throat between them. Her fingers are long…
Little Gentian 