𝔏𝔦𝔫𝔡𝔰𝔞𝔶 🧚🏼‍♀️

paradoxically picky reader of at least a book a day while writing my own. 📚💫 if it doesn’t have a plot twist, I don’t want it.

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𝔏𝔦𝔫𝔡𝔰𝔞𝔶 🧚🏼‍♀️

paradoxically picky reader of at least a book a day while writing my own. 📚💫 if it doesn’t have a plot twist, I don’t want it.

Writings

Followers

Following

Ghost In The Machine

𝔏𝔦𝔫𝔡𝔰𝔞𝔶 🧚🏼‍♀️

4 min read

They’re coming. If I look back, I’ll die. I can feel them closing in on me as I run for my life.

The walls are closing in. I only have to make it to the last objective, but this place is a maze.

“Get the friggin strawberry,” I anxiously encourage Ms. Pac-Man through gritted teeth.

The joystick creaks under my forceful thrust forward, the smug yellow blob finally closes in on our query.

But ...

Thriller

Horror

Pricks 🥀

𝔏𝔦𝔫𝔡𝔰𝔞𝔶 🧚🏼‍♀️

1 min read

Lucky sunset can’t be tainted

by a touch, a smudge, or stain.

Velvet rope protected paintings

Vainly prevent proximity

Provided by entitlement

No barrier can contain.

Pivotal women with statues erected

Even they receive no respect.

Under the guise of admiring

People flock with a smile and

Oily mitts manipulate

The bronze of her chest.

Burnished gold bra

Incriminatingly gleams

Lighting th...

Poetry

The Leap

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4 min read

I’ve always thought the typical parental peer pressure probe about ‘jumping from bridges if your friends did’ was silly. Of course, I’d jump.

It’s obviously safe enough to do so.

They even tested it out for me first.

I would honestly be honored to even be considered to jump off a bridge.

Might even make a little speech.

I’d thank the academy and also my mother for vacuuming so that I could sn...

Thriller

Drama

Catching Up With The Past

𝔏𝔦𝔫𝔡𝔰𝔞𝔶 🧚🏼‍♀️

5 min read

I want to be furious about being forced to do cardio, but it’s just too funny.

Hands on knees, my heaves of breath emerge as laughs.

“Oh! I’m going to kill him,” I proclaim.

An old woman startles at the mouth of the alleyway.

I give her a crazy eyed look, incredulously extending my chin as though she’s rudely interrupting something.

And she is, really.

This is _my_ breakdown.

The bakery b...

Drama

Humour

Roughing It

𝔏𝔦𝔫𝔡𝔰𝔞𝔶 🧚🏼‍♀️

2 min read

Every awakening is rude, but the stuttered drip of condensation gathering a puddle in the corner of the room only acts as a reminder that those above are not only waking for the day but using _plumbing_.

Plumbing!

I mumble insults under my breath that have really improved in creativity from my extended time down here.

Being easily forgotten used to be a blessing in a family like mine.

My p...

Fantasy

Adventure

The Event

𝔏𝔦𝔫𝔡𝔰𝔞𝔶 🧚🏼‍♀️

7 min read

“At least you got what you wanted in the end,” my husband says with a rueful smile.

I look down at my empty hand and raise my shoulders in a shrug. “Not as good as I expected.”

***1 hour before the event* **

“Where have you been?” Bethany hisses.

I slow my stride out of the church bathroom, the tissue freezing beneath my eye.

My apparently possessed wedding planner tracks it, her own eyes ...

Drama

Thriller

Escaping Greatness

𝔏𝔦𝔫𝔡𝔰𝔞𝔶 🧚🏼‍♀️

5 min read

Having your arms bound behind your back offsets your balance way more than you’d think possible.

Ask me how I know.

The guards hoist me up with curses that should really be mine to spew.

They don’t even bother dusting the wet gravel from my knees, which was a lovely cushion on the cobblestone just a moment ago.

Pretty rude, if you ask me.

Although they’ve repeatedly asserted that my opinion...

Action

Fantasy

Wake-up Call

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2 min read

The morning rays of light dance across his cheeks as if scanning for proof he’s all a dream.

His face relaxed and almost unrecognizable in sleep.

I blow a quick stream of air at him, restoring that familiar furrow between his brows, his mouth naturally reverting to a frown.

It’s an expected expression.

One of consistent displeasure.

One I love to provoke any chance I get, for my own entertain...

Fantasy

Action

Happily Ever After

𝔏𝔦𝔫𝔡𝔰𝔞𝔶 🧚🏼‍♀️

1 min read

Once upon a time,

I learned I’m incomplete.

That my knight in shining armor

would amend this when we meet.

I avoided heroic stories,

evaded portals between pages,

embraced my broken state,

looking in all the wrong places.

Refused to swoon over reading,

as my friends so often do.

The temptation became grating,

confirming my halved worth true.

But the summons grew too strong.

Shaky hands splayed...

Poetry

Fantasy

The Writing On The Wall

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8 min read

“Oh, what fresh hell is this,” I grumble, climbing down the concrete staircase with a wrinkle of my nose.

The apartment parking garage has never exactly been a particularly appealing atmosphere, but the cramped space isn’t exactly conducive to the artistic endeavors indicated by the smell of wet paint.

I reluctantly continue my descent.

The sight from the lower landing has my feet freezing in ...

Thriller

Horror