Playlist: Depressed Song 24: Dear Angel of Mine by April Sixth Physical Chest heaving, sweat seeping into her eyes and burning, bloody bruised knuckles, and copper-tinted spit coating her tongue and pooling in her mouth. Barefoot, skin ripped and rubbed out in patches, purple and red and green shins and forearms. Soft to hard spots,…
Tag: original fiction
City of Rumors
I am in that space between fully functioning consciousness and the oblivion of sleep when my lover speaks. “What have you heard about the City of Rumors?” she whispers and I shift in her arms. “Cyrilla…s’late,” I murmur. “Please.” I lean more into her warmth and speak the words before I really even have time…
Important Questions
She was going to miss the toilet the most, she decided. Kneeling on the rug in socks, panties, and her jewelry she gripped the seat and finished ejecting what was left of the beer in her stomach. The porcelain was cool against her breasts and her folded arms were a comfortable pillow for her swimming…
Playlist 1 – Angry Poem 1
Playlist: Angry Constraint: Make a poem using the first line of each song from a playlist, then play with the form. No Witty Titles For This Click for poems ↓ Angry 1
Groceries
Quid checked the list again, who the hell put all the vegetables and fruits on it, she wondered. The only items she had on the list were prepackaged meals – microwaveable stuff, mac and cheese, boxed rice, and ramen. It could have been anyone because they all ate a lot healthier than her. She grabbed…
Baby
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…
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…
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…
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…
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…
Playlist 9 – Impressions, D20
Playlist: Depressed Song 20: Don’t Wait by Dashboard Confessional Inches Have I ever been truly bare before another person? Completely stripped of all artifice, pretensions, control, and pretty lies? How rarely have I spoken without tempering my words, and tone, and thoughts. Never have I shared the whole of myself with another person, instead I…
Little Gentian 