This piece is written by my friend Amanda, who is a phenomenal storyteller and amazing human. It’s a bit longer and a bit heavier than the work I’ve been posting this month, but I wanted to give her the space on the internet to share her story while being semi-anonymous, so I asked her to…
You moved the furniture out of the living room and I finally realized how big it was How could I not have realized that before? For awhile the room felt tiny. Dust and discoloration showed where the pictures hung, and couch feet became phantom limbs, still pressing their imprints into the carpet. I couldn’t imagine bringing…
We sit in his childhood bed with the lights off. “We break up, we get married, or we die, okay?” I reply. “That’s how all relationships end. So if we break up, well, at least that’s better than death.” He sighs. “Kind of morbid, don’t you think?” “No,” I say. “Kind of optimistic.” This post…
She wears a fleece jester hat when it gets cold and she hugs me tightest when I need it the most. She was supposed to write a poem to a stranger, but she wrote it to me, a new friend, instead, wondering aloud how to pronounce my last name and apologizing for bailing on my…
Sometimes I have a hard time differentiating if something occurred because of or in spite of something terrible happening. Did they choose to hire me because the fire alarm went off during the interview, or in spite of it? Did we become friends because of our differences or in spite of them? Did I fall…
I know the speed limit of every road, but I don’t recognize the new development where the farm used to be. Will I ever come back? And if I do come back, will I forever know the speed limits, or will someday I forget? And if I do forget the speed limits, will I someday…
Sister’s teeth marks on the edge of the coffee table Rooms brimming with impulse QVC purchases of single-function kitchen utensils Kraft Singles in the fridge Casper the Friendly Ghost in the VCR Ornate jewelry decorating every inch of her When I think of her I think white White couches, white curly hair, white pantsuit…
There is freedom waiting for you, On the breezes of the sky, And you ask “What if I fall?” Oh but my darling, What if you fly? -Erin Hanson Oh, my darling, take it all Every last inch of the world Tint it in the way only you can, with wonder and beauty and…
Look at every inch of her and see what you did. She wears one half of her broken heart on a chain around her neck and the other inside her chest. You said friendship and she said trust. You said friendship and she said respect. You said friendship and she said compassion. You say friendship and…
We took all the smoke detectors out of the ceiling when they ran out of batteries and started chirping at 3am. I guess we’re all gonna die if there’s a fire. So it goes. This post is part of the A-Z Challenge. My theme is April Scribble, which includes microfiction, small vignettes, and poetry.…
Victim to Charm 