It all started with the eye-shadow. Nina had roped me into a last-minute shopping trip, determined to make an impression at the bachelorette party. While she tried on a dozen different outfits, I inadvertently drifted toward the section of the store that flashed posters of flawless faces and exotic scents. After three encounters with store … Continue reading Matte Finish
The clock strikes seven, daylight's slipping away The TV's been turned down, the dishes washed up It's time for that nightly ritual Another record set on the turntable. Uncork the wine, light those scented candles, Unlatch the back door, step out into the salty air Welcome the creeping chill, sink my toes into the … Continue reading Should’ve Would’ve Could’ve
It doesn’t hit me as I wake up curled against you on our last morning together. It doesn’t hit me as I crack an egg against the frying pan for breakfast. It doesn’t hit me as we load your bags into the car, or even as you disappear behind the double doors labelled departures. I … Continue reading Charlie Brown
What a year it has been— and my understanding of world events only spans the most popular conversations on Reddit forums. However, while we watched the world as we know it cease to exist in 2017, I personally made strides toward better mental health. It’s been a struggle since I first moved out to the … Continue reading In Retrospect
This is my submission for the second round of the Yeah Write Super Challenge #4. I didn't make it to the next round, but I'm decently satisfied with my work, and I hope you enjoy it too! * A pebble dug deep into the curve of her bare foot, shooting threads of pain up her … Continue reading Nadia
'We'll be on the beach again soon,' she croaked, through the tubes. I nodded, hardly looking up from The Gruffalo. So I waited. At the beach. Everyday. For fifty years. And realized not long ago, that I was the one running late.
'Morning,' I mumbled, and sat down at the counter. He set a plate of pancakes under my nose. He never asked. I never said. I pulled the bathrobe around me a little tighter. He ignored the two wine glasses in the sink.
Grandma told me I'd have to kiss a lot of frogs to find the right man. Didn't realise the wrong ones would decorate her stone garden.
He'd held my hand when I'd fallen off swings, blown sand out of my eyes while we built castles. 'Forever', I whispered into his ear. He quit camp soon after. I thought I wasn't good enough. He simply wanted someone less feminine.
There she goes, down the road: Once a pleasant breeze, Now a retreating storm. While I lay broken: Like shards of shattered glass, Waiting, For that skilled craftswoman– To mend me with arteries of gold.