I’ve never told anyone this story before because it is a little embarrassing. Plus legally I’m not really supposed to talk about it but…here we go.
I had my first sexual experience when I was
I’ve never told anyone this story before because it is a little embarrassing. Plus legally I’m not really supposed to talk about it but…here we go.
I had my first sexual experience when I was
There is inherent loneliness in the mountains.
There is inherent loneliness in the mountains.
Catholic guilt burned a hole in my palm and hidden in a bag, inside another bag, I lowered it into a dumpster like burying evidence of dead nuns.
Catholic guilt burned a hole in my palm and hidden in a bag, inside another bag, I lowered it into a dumpster like burying evidence of dead nuns.
I felt his absence slowly growing and absorbing me like a black hole.
I felt his absence slowly growing and absorbing me like a black hole.
Other people when they have a sore throat and can't sleep: "I have a sore throat and can't sleep."
Me when I have a sore throat and can't sleep:
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It’s been 3:20 in the morning for ages. I
Other people when they have a sore throat and can't sleep: "I have a sore throat and can't sleep."
Me when I have a sore throat and can't sleep:
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It’s been 3:20 in the morning for ages. I
You didn’t want to manipulate me like you did the others. Should I feel bad for the others?
You didn’t want to manipulate me like you did the others. Should I feel bad for the others?
The room smelled like beer and sweat and crushed velvet. The air seemed to hum, hot and full of dust particles and guitar feedback.
The room smelled like beer and sweat and crushed velvet. The air seemed to hum, hot and full of dust particles and guitar feedback.
She wasn’t cruel. She smiled when he refilled her water glass. She asked about his mother. They had sex with the lights on.
She wasn’t cruel. She smiled when he refilled her water glass. She asked about his mother. They had sex with the lights on.
That sudden clarity pierced through her: the baby’s soft blanket; the Frappuccino sweating in her hand, the grocery list in the diaper bag. All of this could change and when it did, she would cease to exist.
That sudden clarity pierced through her: the baby’s soft blanket; the Frappuccino sweating in her hand, the grocery list in the diaper bag. All of this could change and when it did, she would cease to exist.
Some girls become Liz. Some girls want to be her. Some just want her. A fictional short story about Liz, Richard and an anonymous anti-hero.
Some girls become Liz. Some girls want to be her. Some just want her. A fictional short story about Liz, Richard and an anonymous anti-hero.
(Checking texts over lunch) Jon Jon Jon Jon Jon Jon Jon. That’s how my brain works.
(Checking texts over lunch) Jon Jon Jon Jon Jon Jon Jon. That’s how my brain works.
I remember listening to you play “Ashokan Farewell” on the violin, your head bowed, the notes clear and sorrowful
I remember listening to you play “Ashokan Farewell” on the violin, your head bowed, the notes clear and sorrowful
The last thing she remembered was Marty getting up to vomit. She considered, momentarily, getting up to help. She was still on her knees, her head turned sideways, in profile, on the couch, her arms dangling at her sides.
"I loved reading Exit, Carefully. It’s unusual, and in my opinion exciting, to publish a play without previously receiving a major production."
-Walker Caplan, Lithub
