Ode to Thesaurus
Ink molded into quixotic rhythms of didactic prose Nothing more than the industrial cogs of the sycophant What paradigm of esotericism can compare to those…
Onion Camp
19 stories written on Ficly, 2011–2013, shared under CC BY-SA 3.0. Their page on ficly.com
The assumption of Elves
“You really want me to see this movie don’t you?” “I wouldn’t ask otherwise.” “What if I don’t want to see another movie about things that aren’t real?” “Then…
How I rose
A 50 foot rock wall, and you’re scared of heights. 10 feet off the ground is easy. You could climb it without a rope. 20 is easy, if you pretend you’ve only…
Narrative Center
I am a story I tell myself to help her sleep Sometimes I like to let her revisit the parts where she can giggle and point and say look, that’s me! But…
The Sin of Silence
Alex flipped through his book stoically, eyes anchored to the middle of each page. Lips pursed, eyes squinted; his hands practically shaking with anger…
Katie
Katie stared blankly at the whirring conveyor belt, counting the revolutions by the steady click of the seam. When it was her turn, she roughly handed the…
Listener
“I try to hide everything, so no one can see how much I really suffer. Yeah, I’m on prozac now. I finally just had to level with my parents, and my mom set up…
If Anything Could Ever Feel this Good Again...
It had been a year since Kayla last used. Her eyes were brighter, her hair combed and her life on track. She answered phones with a professional voice, filed…
Lisa
Except for an occasional mutter from their father, the car ride was silent. An early morning chill weighed down on eyelids and the dreary rain clouded the…
Sam's Advice
“Stop it. Stop it right now!” Sam grabbed the phone from my clammy hands and held it over her head in a grand assertion of authority. “But-” I pleaded. “No.”…
Caitlin comes home
As Caitlin struggled to zip up her well-worn skinny jeans, she was finally forced to face the grim reality that she may have gained a little weight during her…
Fire
I can hear the heavy footsteps crunch the gravel less than a meter away. From the sounds of it, there must be at least 10, maybe more. I hug my knees to my…
Jacket
When the class ended, I noticed her jacket abandoned on the chair. Maybe she was too distracted by her guilt towards me to remember such trivial things as…
The elephant in the room
I was sitting only two seats away from Sara, but it seemed like she was listening to a completely different lecture. Her eyes were glazed and her mouth was…
Excerpt from one of my essays
“So.” The interviewer tries to make eye contact with me, but my gaze wanders away from his square, dour face instinctively. He’s so ugly. From his dull…
Marin and Alice
Nothing Marin did could ever compare to Alice. She got worse grades. Her boobs were smaller. She ran slower. Even her lopsided scrawl got lost beside Alice’s…
Airport
I love airports. I love seeing the young women who dress in their nicest boots and carry heavy purses with manicured fingers and high, sleek, hair tied up in…
Third grade
“WE ALL LIVE IN A YELLOW SUBMARINE, A YELLOW SUBMARINE, A YELLOW SUBMARINE,” He races down the hallway singing; the lunch box in his hand crashing into doors…
Paper
I have too many paper chain friends. I can set a match to one and watch the flame lick up each in succession before I can even blink. I can’t miss paper…