Writer, Faux Adult, Nervous Hamster
"My fantasy begins in a dark bar. I’m with friends and currently on my second beer—enough to feel pleasantly buzzed, but not enough to start oversharing about my childhood. The music is loud and I see a man across the room. He glances at me, and then looks away. I take a sip of my beer. Then the song ends and the man across the room looks back at me and calls my name. It’s my turn for karaoke."
I am dissolvingSlowly at first,Bubbles so tiny you’d hardly noticeTiny circles clinging to the wall of the glassDecorative, even. Fashionable. The good kind of bubbles. They’re coming faster now, expanding and bursting in a frenzied feeding.Now they avert their eyes,Too much for comfort. For fashion.I am foaming, uncomfortable, spilling over and leaving a sticky residue … Continue reading Gin Fizz
"I have no idea why I was assigned to work in the art room when I was hired on as a staff member. I have no obvious talent for art, I didn’t request it, and as I was only 18, I didn’t yet look like I’d completely given up on life (I think)."
All I had were my words, and I didn't think anyone would ever believe me over my abuser. After all, it was my fault they did those things to me.
"Just because you are related to someone by blood does not mean you are required to give them an infinite number of chances."
Emily Regan 