Help me, they’re coming for me– 12:37 am I shine my phone’s flashlight under the bed, in the closet, beneath the dresser, up and down the walls I wipe the floor with tissues the vent slats the outlets 1:23 am I crawl from under the covers turn on the lamp bend over and stare underContinue reading “Phobia”
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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”
Fence sitter
Barbed wire, picket, chain link– I can’t pick a side. But quite frankly, either option looks worse than my precarious perch.
the *best* invention
So. I recently found out about squeezable cream cheese. In a tube. it inspired me. See, if we have squeezable cream cheese in a tube, we definitely, absolutely need…(dun dun dun)…toothpaste in a tub. This would be so easy! Just pop the lid, scoop your toothbrush inside, and boom, plenty of toothpaste to brush yourContinue reading “the *best* invention”
Literally, directions don’t do diddly
Ways autistic traits impact my daily life #6 A pretty common trait among autistic people is understanding phrases at literal, face value. For example: “laughing my head off” or “stick in the mud.” Autistic people also tend to follow directions super literally, so “could you put the clean towels away in the bathroom?” results inContinue reading “Literally, directions don’t do diddly”
Today’s queer poem is brought to you by:
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:”
Under the skin
Today, in How I Revise a Story(TM), I felt inspired by filter words. Let’s learn about filter words, shall we? To start, here’s an…intentionally styled scene. *** She saw the shadow block out the sun. “Oh shoot,” she muttered, feeling her heart pound within her. Daisy heard the creature shriek, feeling the sonic boom toContinue reading “Under the skin”
follow me to the ends of paradise
Drink until you are full, until you are glutted. Eat all the fruits from the trees, beside the pools so deep. Welcome to my paradise, strangers, take all the water you need; in the orchards and shade you may feed. Are you happy now? Will you follow me to the ends of the earth, sinceContinue reading “follow me to the ends of paradise”
How I revise a story–fight scene
You can check out this story on Wattpad here! This week, I’ll be looking at a fight scene I wrote at the end of chapter 2. First draft vs. most recent draft. *** “Stay back,” red-orange light illuminated the alley, revealing Dante had set aside his bundle of waters and sodas and chips bags, leavingContinue reading “How I revise a story–fight scene”
Luigi’s Eulogy
Goodbye, Luigi. I never actually played as you or your Italian brother; not in Mariokart, Super Mario Bros, nothing. Quite frankly, I always thought you and Mario were the most boring characters. Who would want to be the humans, when they could be turtles or toadstools, ghosts or skeletons instead? Goodbye, Luigi. I’m really impressedContinue reading “Luigi’s Eulogy”
Jordyn Saelor 