I never really expected to lose you.

You weren’t mine to begin with, so I suppose it serves me right when I preach my woes to tiny crowds that eventually I should have need to take my own advice. It’s not really right for someone to get so attached so quickly, I know.

I give very good advice, though I very seldom follow it.

Did you see that in me? Is that there— the ugly crack in my back which ...

I remember

Sky blue walls, with white trim.

Pulling my bed from one corner to another,

At 3 am.

My ceiling angles sharply downward,

My head bumps the wall sometimes.

I painted clouds.

I spread shimmer lotion on the daytime skies.

I packed in as much daytime as I could manage,

kick and bite against the night sky.

She appeared no less frequently, strange.

Creaking out from the sharp angles under m...

To my discovery, the challenges of my gender appear not only to have begun as exhaustive, but are expanding in oddity and their sinister nature with each day.

“Well, you don’t wanna walk home alone! As another girl, I thought you’d understand?” Sheri looked at me with a tentative expression, her eyes a little wide under her false lashes which brushed against the bubble of her fringe.

He...

Aleiah had always been a sound sleeper; from the jump, she’d been so good about laying down for bed. Mom and Daddy had always joked about how much better a sleeper she was than me at her age. They’d just read her a story in the warm light of MeMaw’s old lamp; she’d be out before page 6. Warm n’ happy, bathed in love, and thoroughly protected. Don’t get me wrong; they did that for me too when I was...

Whether it is the first cringe of morning or the final yawn of twilight, I have no clue. My methods of time-telling have long since been lost. It’s possible that all ties to time fell through humanity’s cracks, evidently they didn’t last long after I rested my head.

I’d figured as much, waiting in that place was a sign sure as any that it was merging closer and closer to what I had known before.

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Author’s note:: this is a first draft, so I’m very open to feedback at this stage but I do want to say thusfar I’m really happy with the direction this is going. Many more parts are on the way, though I can’t be sure how long this will run.

This is based very heavily on a sort of fantasy I had growing up, and I had a bit of a whim to pursue it. I’m American, unfortunately, but everyone knows magi...

I sat in the chair for most of my day, thinking about simply getting up.

I did get up, several times; to urinate, to eat, to pick up the remote.

But I didn’t do any of the things I really thought to do.

Why didn’t I do that?

Why didn’t I get up and listen to music, sing to myself, and dance when I wanted to?

Why didn’t I make that video, or write that idea down, or call my friend?

Why didn’t I wri...

I woke up this morning with my head tucked neatly atop my pillow. My eyes slowly came to terms with the light of day as I opened them to observe my usual greeting. The space beside me was empty, if a bit askew. I watched that space for a moment, and I performed my morning ritual.

“Good morning, darling.” I murmured, imagining her face resting there on that pillow beside me.

_Good morning, dear._

...

“You okay?” Cameron placed a hand on Violet’s elbow, surprised to find the shorter woman didn’t pull away. Violet didn’t answer though, she just stared into the horizon toward the park.

Geauga Lake was once quite the attraction, so Violet had been told. She’d never seen the place while it was operational. Of course, Kacey had. A horrible shooting sensation zipped through her, as though guilt...

Once when I was in high school, I wrote a creative piece on laundromats.

At the time, I loved them.

At the time, they represented my mom.

Let me explain.

My parents finalized their divorce about May of 2014. This was shortly after my grandmother died, and shortly before I was to graduate high school.

For anyone thinking of getting divorced; don’t wait until your kids are older.

It really fucked ...