When the company’s like family

Company Incorporated, Co. treats its employees just like family! Your sweet sister is everyone’s favorite receptionist; she smiles at the people when they come in, then loses herself in her phone for the workday. “Never a complaint out of her,” the boss praises, “I don’t know what she does, but she sure does it well!”Continue reading “When the company’s like family”

do you regret the headline photos?

Do you miss me? I miss you. Last I saw you, head on my pillow, your face lit up my phone screen. They got the picture of you all wrong. – Teen drunk driver T-bones car, family of four rushed to hospital. – You made a joke of your senior year photo, you told theContinue reading “do you regret the headline photos?”

Cory’s Story: tell the timeless waters

…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”

January 19th, 2022/surreal dream logic

Today’s Prompt: Write about something mysterious. Vague. Soft. Paintings of gray birds peel from the wallpaper. I dream the whole flock of paper painted birds crowds around the window well and begs for their freedom. I dream the pain in my lower back from sleeping sideways will either sprout to angel wings or horrific, skeletalContinue reading “January 19th, 2022/surreal dream logic”

Cory’s Story: conversations but as pies

Hello. Nobody can hear you, what do you think you’re doing? Trying to see if anybody can hear me. … Nobody can hear me, I know. I got that. Where do you think they are? You’re asking me? Might as well. Not close to the front, that’s where. Where do you think we are? InContinue reading “Cory’s Story: conversations but as pies”

Cory’s Story: for all the lonely alters

The evidence of pain pulsed across the body, like paint stains. Cory came to, skin stinging, surrounded by shards of metal scattered across rocks. Dull red rocks. He groaned. And stopped groaning, from the shock of the body’s young, girlish voice. Cory pushed himself up, blinking against glimmering sunlight, shoving aside sharp rocks so theyContinue reading “Cory’s Story: for all the lonely alters”

Cory’s Story: where memories leak through

Something…dark and painful was happening. Cory blinked, finding himself in bed, laced gray boots propped on the bed frame. He rubbed his temples and slowly bent his legs, sitting up. Something dark and painful was happening. He’d just been somewhere… Something about butter. But the memory of it was fading like a pond draining. HeContinue reading “Cory’s Story: where memories leak through”

Cory’s Story: this glow growing in the dark

Hello. How are you? I like your door.
I can make it glow. Do you like glowing things? Glowing things are my favorite. They’re bright and sunny and happy.