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”
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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: a little’s life logic
(ps, “a little” in a dissociative system refers to a child-aged alter) *** I’m smart. Are you proud of me? I always thought of you as very intelligent. But yes, I suppose I’m extra proud of you. I figured it out. Figured what out? Everyone around here is sad and mopey, but not me. ThatContinue reading “Cory’s Story: a little’s life logic”
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”
January 3rd, 2022/by the night birds
My mother told me we were never meant to fly.
I proved her wrong by walking from the edge of a cliff and finding my wings mid plummet, before the river rapids at the bottom. This is how I end.
Cory’s Story: flashbacks in red/12 burdens by the bedside
How are you Scarlet?
I am feeling…I am.
Are you doing better than yesterday?
What is yesterday? What are you?
Cory’s Story: to drink of bitter starlight
I think it’s great that you believe in magic.
Sure.
Do you have a name? My name’s Cory.
Yeah.
Great! What is it?
Shadow. But I can tell you don’t believe me.
Cory’s Story: when the moon fell to the empty ocean and cried
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.
Cory’s Story: Silent pleas and what Ani sees
Cory’s stomach growled. He took that as a cue to lower his left leg and prop up his right one. He untied Ripple’s boots. Tied them up again. They were dusty boots. Where had they been before this to get dusty boots?
Jordyn Saelor 