She feels it beating at its cage like desperate fists pounding inside a coffin that’s been closed too soon, buried too soon.
Tag Archives: Prose
He’s a Catch
He’s clever. He’s handsome. He makes you feel at ease. That’s your Brandon, he’s a catch!
(Tongue) In (Cheek) Memoriam
Those of you who were near and dear to Eleanor are well aware that she aged far beyond her years, and although young-ish on paper, in practice she was senior to us all.
Roommate For Sale
Everything changed the day I called that number.
Be Chill My Beating Heart
I thought about him all day, kicking myself for not asking his name. I had no idea I’d have another chance.
Cuthbert Could Not Abide
If there was one thing Cuthbert could not abide, it was helping yourself to something that wasn’t yours.
A Nightmare Thankfully Unfulfilled
On a 20 hour bus ride through jungle and desert, the bathroom will be vile. But don’t let that stop you.
To Escape the Lurking Darkness
I whisper my confessions to the lake that holds my secrets.
Aly Writes 