Just some bite-size stories. The first collection is here.
When the song began playing for the 7th time she knew then that she was indeed in hell. The people around her sang along as if they hadn’t been there the first six times. She just looked to the sky and screamed her frustration.
The beginning was always the weirdest time, so much anticipation and anxiety and impatience all rolled up into a ball of energy trapped in the confined space of the morning ablutions. It was dealt with quickly, too much to get done to waste time on pointless beautifying.
Day one was the day to begin adventures. Day one was the day where the best laid plans either succeed or die.
It's been a kinda rough time, a bit too much work plus a newly begun degree along with a liberal sprinkling of anxiety and depression (woohoo). Things got a little out of hand and something had to go. Unfortunately, it was the one thing I actually wanted to do.
But I'm back (again), this time with no schedule. I'll post when I can for the sake of my stress-levels. At least once a week is the new goal.
Here ends the small list of excuses for my absence.
New story this evening ... at some point.
I mostly write fiction but this is something else. A sort of ten minute essay/brain splurge of thoughts on my first kiss.
They tell you that your first kiss will stop all time, the world will blur at the edges and all of your senses will be focused on that one moment in time when your lips meet another’s.
The movies are bullshit.
Tales written from a prompt in just 10 minutes.
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