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Continue reading →: Bergamot and Penny Loafers
Read time: 1 min. Safety concerns always forced her into Brent mode at work. If only people knew how much of Judith that still included. She smirked as she applied her invisible lipstick, or, as anyone else would call it, lip balm. Besides the psychological sleight of hand, it helped…
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Continue reading →: The DropRead time: 2 mins. Content warnings: addiction, abuse, religious trauma, implied self-destruction, mental illness. Parker had spent fifteen minutes standing still in the dark holding the wine bottle. He wished the curved glass had distorted his reflection. “The neck scruff no amount of shaving ever removes, the forehead crease marking…
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Continue reading →: Nothing MuchRead time: 1 min. Her phone charger scratched on the pillow next to her ear. It should’ve sounded like a record needle scraping the vinyl while a DJ threw a conniption fit and passed it off as music. Instead, it sounded like her father using a straw broom on an…
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Continue reading →: Formative experiences and how long they stay that way
Read time: 2 mins. An edited excerpt from my work-in-progress novel The Song and the Tempest. Nasrin examines her journal from the relevant time period, a wood-covered volume of vellum. The tome hovers before her face, pages rapidly flipping. Nothing appears of the incident she has in mind. In fact,…
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Continue reading →: Nailed ItRead time: 2 mins Content warning: mild self-harm “How’d you grow your nails so long?” an overexcited restaurant server had asked three months ago. Judith hadn’t noticed her fingernails’ length until that comment. She’d previously kept them short to counteract her tendency to claw her own skin during tense moments.…
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Continue reading →: Rise and Sort of FlickerRead time: 1 min. Judith had gotten so she could only really sleep cocooned in Unrevealed’s velvetesque wings, with Unrevealed’s hands caressing her midriff and Unrevealed’s spiced rum breath sighing lullabies into her ear. Waking up still immersed in such cozy splendor made mornings nicer but made leaving bed for…
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Continue reading →: Novel Excerpt: ArrowsRead time: 1 min. An excerpt from my work-in-progress novel The Song and the Tempest. “A fire demon in the forest? I do not expect you to get frightened by children’s tales.” “With respect, Sir, children’s tales don’t fire bloody arrows.” “Keep a civil tongue in your head when you…
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Continue reading →: Now What?Read time: 1 min. Judith sits with her feet on the couch’s headrest and her head propped on an ottoman. She holds a clear, yellow-cored pearl above her face. “You didn’t tell me success would destroy my worth.” Valencia sits atop her desk, sipping brandy from a conch shell. “Elaborate.”…
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Continue reading →: HarmonicaRead time: 1 min. I am not the violinyou built yourself to play.You would not have chosensuch a cumbersome instrument.I’m the dime store harmonica you won at karaoke. Don’t cut your lip on the quickly cut metal. A single breath from you,minimal back-and-forth,will draw you songs from meI never would’ve…
Hello,
I’m David
I’m a full time Instructional Systems Designer and a free time Creative Writer. I hold a PhD in instructional design and development, an MA in writing, and a BA in writing and theology. My current creative focus is on honoring nature and our connection to our environment. My pronouns are he/they.
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