Go rogue, my fears. For today, I free you. © coversonyourbed Word count: 9 Give me a word; just one. It’s judgement day. Advertisements
Missed, for fear hasn’t come in the longest time. © coversonyourbed Word count: 9 Give me a word; just one. Pray. I will.
I can’t stop convincing myself that I’m still me. © coversonyourbed Word count: 9 Give me a word; just one. I’ve earned it.
“Going out for coffee” she whispers to herself. A face startled her awake. She almost didn’t recognize her pale, tired reflection on the window. She checked her watch. Her ass ached from a little over five hours on the cramped bus seat. Everyone else around her was asleep. It was a 10-hour-long ride and she … More February [Short Story]
You lost? She blinks once. How drunk did you have to be to hear the moon? You deaf too?, the moon asks – but it wasn’t the moon – a boy was sitting on the roof just outside the window. She sticks her head out for a better look. The moonlit boy shrugs and sinks … More Strangers Lost [Short Story]
I keep lying about second-guessing lies about second-guessing myself. © coversonyourbed Word count: 9 Give me a word; just one. Hello? “Hello”. Thanks
The moon watched you cry through the narrow part in your drapes. It wished it birthed stars that gleamed as brightly as your tears did. © coversonyourbed Word count: 25 This goes to the ones that fall in love. I’ve been neglecting the blog. I’m sorry 😦
She swirled the soda in her cup and listened to the clink-clink-clinking the ice made against the glass. The music was blaring, but she was deaf to everything. This wasn’t her scene and she shouldn’t have gone before she stepped into the door. Right now, it’s like she had forgotten what it is to have … More Strangers Lost [Short Story]
He taps his fork fifteen times before picking it up – thrice on each prong, and thrice again on the handle. He stared at his napkin on the table. He was anxious; more than usual, he could feel. He looked at his watch, tapped it thrice and looked at it again. They were late by … More Counting to Three [Flash Fiction]
My eyelids were on their way down when the fairy called my name. I was gone: too far into my own head, I couldn’t ignore it. “Hello,” I say. She says nothing. “Hello,” I say again. Nothing. I pick the lid off a porcelain jar and put a pinch of sugar on my palm. I … More Coffee Headache [Flash Fiction]