WRITING

The vibe on this page is too upbeat for the depressing things I wrote in college.
*it’s like a metaphor for my life that way*

Mr. Pascal's Funeral Parlor

Literally Stories – January 8, 2016

The windows are closed, the clocks all stopped, the mirrors are covered, and the Melancholies all sprinkling salt water on the body. Yes, all things are coming together. By the end of the night one would be laid to peace while one burned.

Siren

The Lab Review – May 11, 2016

You’re not sure if you’re awake or asleep. There is nothing but darkness and you can’t feel yourself breathe and your limbs aren’t under your control. The air feels different. Gravity feels different. Your muddled mind is hazed, there’s a question you should be asking but you can’t think of what it is. Your concern right now is opening your eyes.
Open your eyes.

Ann

Black Fox Literary Magazine – August 3, 2017

This is what it’s like when the mind starts to go, he’s been told. Each day he misplaces more details, such as where he put his keys or whether he left his headlights on. Once, the thought of losing these bits and pieces of cognition scared him. It still scares him.

He has his Ann, though.

Jack vs The Bloody Carpet

The Internet is Where Robots Live Now Edited by Nicole B. Jacobson

There was blood in the carpet…probably.
Jack ran a hand over his ragged face, the bristles of his morning shadow scratch over his palm. Every morning a new surprise. Last Monday there was a hole in the roof. Thursday the toaster was on fire. Today, blood in the carpet.

Other things I wrote.

also, i used to write a blog.