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Jagged Edges

I exist in jagged spaces. Like the frayed strands of jeans ripped between my thighs or the breaks in the outlines of unfinished tattoos. Art that doesn’t cover my walls, instead propping up dust in corners, or bits and pieces of a life I forgot to throw away all speak to my permanent displacement.

I exist in the breaks between puffs on a cigarette, in the spaces between words. Never fully pulling myself up and away. I remain suffocated by the sheer amount of air. I exist for no one, not even myself, and fail to connect the lines between here and there.

My reflection, red lips curled around a cigarette or smoky eyes hiding thoughts much more sinister, feigns surprise though I don’t feel anything more than recognition. 

I’ve become so accustomed that I can’t even claim myself anymore.

Not very deep (RDP)

Posted in stream of consciousness

Sum of Our Moments (Repost)

We travel these paths, burdened with purpose and prose, in hopes that we’ll not long travel alone.
In your eyes I find a spirit, a soul, a beacon that flashes through the darkness of my night.
A thousand words I know but not one that can express the way my soul reaches for yours.
Are our arms enough, will we be able to reach, when our spirits entangle across this space?
In my bones I ache, every inch of my being screams to stay, rattling my steps as I back away.
Because we’re just people, different, incomplete and the sum of our moments is lost on me.

Originally posted Nov 5, 2017

Posted in flash fiction, friday fictioneers

Lame

The briefcase and half empty glass of juice meant only one thing.
Julia tapped her papers against the glass table.
“Why do you always do this?” Robin dragged his fork through the syrup running over his pancakes.
“Why do I always do what?” 
“This.” Robin pointed at her briefcase with his dripping fork. 
“Go to work?”
“It’s lame. When I grow up I’m gonna be a dancer.”
Julia leaned down to the boy’s level where his blue eyes pierced her own.
“That sounds wonderful. I know you’ll do that but until then …” 
Julia lifted his backpack and ballet slippers.

PHOTO PROMPT © Fatima Fakier Deria

Word Count: 100
For the always wonderful
Friday Fictioneers

Posted in flash fiction

Countdown

“I leave my playstation … To no one. There won’t be anyone left.”
The world played on normally outside his window.
“I wish I’d told them.”
He waited. The countdown ticked away to 0. 
Then … nothing.
“Mark! What the hell. I told you to get ready an hour ago! Come on, we’ll be late.”

Word Count: 280 characters/55 words
For Twittering Tales which I haven’t done in a while.

Posted in flash fiction, friday fictioneers

Pin Cushions Look Like Tomatoes

“That things a voodoo doll.”
Lori kneeled down beside her sister. 
“It is not.”
The duo peered into the room where Ms. Mack snored with her mouth agape towards the ceiling.
“Of course it is. Why do you think your stomach always hurts when we’re here?” Lori tapped the side of Jules head. “Think about it.”
“It’s a pin cushion you meathead.”
“No, a pin cushion looks like a tomato.” Lori nodded towards the coffee table where Ms. Mack’s sewing supplies spread over the edges and onto the floor. “Hers has little people on it. All the kids she watches.”

PHOTO PROMPT © Jean L. Hays

Word Count: 100
For
Friday Fictioneers

Posted in Word Prompt

Actual Blog Update Incoming

Hi everyone, I’ve been a little bit absent lately. Between work, house stuff, travel, family … I haven’t had any of myself to spread over to writing.

I’ve also made some changes on the blog recently.

I changed the background image because my old “tacky wallpaper” disappeared. I figured it was time for a little update anyway.

I also added a page for editing services. If you or anyone you know is in need of an editor please check out that page.

Otherwise things are steadying out for me and I hope to get back to prompt/challenge writing and reading very soon.

Have a wonderfully spooky rest of October!

Anyone ever feel like things get this out of control at the keyboard (or typewriter in this case)?