A party. Neon lights. A search for self-worth. Witches and dead things and the moon. I wrote this poem (or poetic short story?) about the struggle to exist in this world. “Here is for all the queer people, me, you, us. For our frustration and heartbreak, for the permission to exist that isn’t granted, butContinue reading “Today’s queer poem is brought to you by:”
This is from my story Graveyard of Lullabies. I’m comparing Recent revisions vs. the original chapter 1 posted to my blog a year ago. *** Today is the day I bleed aquamarine. The blue-green liquid soaks into my fuzzy pillow, spreading like melted ice. I blink at it. It is a nice pillow. But first:Continue reading “Mirror, mirror, rippling water/a majorly revised opening scene”
Today’s Prompt: How do you feel when you look at the stars? Remember when Aukai told you stories of his people, how they had ancient star charts, how they used the length between thumb and finger to measure the horizon? He said the stars were really distant suns, some of them other colors. You justContinue reading “January 31st, 2022/tales in the winter night”
…this place seems timeless. Magical. Enchanted. Winnie, can you hear me? Cory. Yes. I do hear you. I’m not close enough to the front to see. What’s going on? This desert is red, like Ribbon said. Spoke. Explained. Anything else? Yes. Plenty. I walk, and nothing changes. I am hungry, but continue to walk. IContinue reading “Cory’s Story: tell the timeless waters”
How are you Scarlet?
I am feeling…I am.
Are you doing better than yesterday?
What is yesterday? What are you?
I believe in magic.
Good for you, I guess.
I always will.
Okay. I was going to introduce myself. The name’s Cory.
Magic doesn’t stop being magic. I asked it.
I have a question, Cory.
Why are you all giants?
I suppose it must seem that way, with your small door in these large hallways. I don’t know. I hadn’t ever thought of myself as a giant.
Welcome to the final post for this story! (another plug for beta readers, if you want to read the rest of the story you can be a beta reader:) I leave Skeleton Cook in the building I slept in. The bird I trapped in the corner, propping a table diagonally against the wall and coveringContinue reading “Chapter 25 (days)”
I stalk away. I leave Skeleton Cook behind, because he has to fetch my cloak. I stalk down the street, ignore the curved one of dark green, I march to the hill. I march to the edge of the city to the hill steeped in mud and I don’t stop even though I hate theContinue reading “Chapter 24 (comes to pieces)”
The queen’s friend leaves the vase by the compartment where the glimmer insect jars are kept. Then she guides me to the exit, pulling a pair of mittens–one dark indigo, the other beige–from a hidden pocket. I don’t have mittens, so I ball my gray, dust-covered hands into fists and hope the guards don’t notice.