"How come Ken gets to date all of us but we all have to date him?" The girls were sitting around in the living room, Ken upstairs asleep at 4pm. Typical. They had been in the living room for about thirty minutes now, just chatting about the usual: outfit changes, unexpected nudity, and, their favorite … Continue reading Dollhouse
Category: Short Stories
Holding Hands
ew, it's sweaty I guess it's kind of nice we're both like really clammy people whatever he likes it just go along with it oh my god how long can he want to do this for suck it up this is what having a boyfriend is like it's not terrible okay it's actually quite hot … Continue reading Holding Hands
Photograph
Little houses lined up in rows, and snow; the snow kept coming that winter, and spring. It even snowed in May. The trees trees are just branches, the bushes just twigs, and everything is weighted by the white blanket of winter. The sky is dark. The hills are dark. The winter was dark. But the … Continue reading Photograph
Dear Diary
Dear Diary, Today's been okay for the most part. I made it through my classes. Nothing that interesting happened at school. Nothing that interesting happened, period. I just feel so frustrated. Or down. Or I don't know what to call it. It's like this pressure. It's not quite anxiety but it almost is. And no … Continue reading Dear Diary
Darkness
I can't see the words in my head that I need to make you like me. All there is is darkness.
The Sound of Silence
"Why did you talk to me?" I asked him, as we walked down the street at 9:40pm. "I don't know, I saw you and really wanted to talk to you." "Well I really wish you hadn't. I'm uncomfortable and I want to go home but I can't while you're with me because I don't know … Continue reading The Sound of Silence
Foreclosure
I was eleven years old when I lost my mom, and my dad all but went with her. Sometimes I thought he was really trying to. Occasionally I wonder if it had been a gradual death, if it might have been better. Not to make light of cancer or anything, but at least with terminal … Continue reading Foreclosure
Missed Connections
“I wanted to know more about you,” if not in the moment, he’d at least have a way with words after the fact. “I wanted to know everything but instead couldn’t ask anything…” This was the fifth missed connections post he’d written in the last…three months? He hadn’t actually found the girls he was writing … Continue reading Missed Connections
Eavesdropper
“Wait so you’re Phillip?” The man standing in front of the two of them at this party had just brought over the other man with his name and intended to play a little game. “Yes.” He didn’t really blame the guy - not only did they have the same name, but they kind of looked … Continue reading Eavesdropper
Greeting
(tw: self-harm/cutting) “Hello,” her hand raised, she assessed her reflection. Maybe not. “Hi…hey, what’s up?” Definitely not. This wasn’t some girl scout meeting (not that that would be much better), she wasn’t going to meet her best friends and sing kumbaya. Why did she even have to go to this stupid thing? She knew the … Continue reading Greeting
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