Today is my 31st birthday, so as a little gift to myself, I thought I’d do this birthday tag
(100 words) There are things that go bump in the night. They don’t live under our beds or in our closets. They live inside of us.
I was SO excited for this, and it let me down SO badly.
(475 words) – I’m rifling through my shrinking sac of supplies, listening to the fire pop and crackle behind me. Then I hear it. A crackle, sure, but not of the ember variety… someone is behind me.
Runny egg cooked into toast and topped with avocado and sriracha
I was fifteen. You were four. I taught you drama in a Scarborough community centre. You were surviving neglect.
Love me like it hurts
It’s not right, it’s not fair; but —
Your love is my air
To them, she was just a monster. A girl who refused to take her yellow pills — as if she owed society her complacency after the shit hand it had dealt her.
There’s a reason I post so much flash and micro fiction — as much as I’m passionate about writing, I am painfully bad at follow through. Here are my confessions…
Thank you to Sara for giving me my second Liebster Award Nomination 🙂 Glad to do another round of Q&A.