Trigger Warning: ****This is a story about rape culture. While no violence against women is graphically described, there is frequent reference to rape as well as use of adult language.*** That being said, I think if everyone read this story, we could end rape culture. Click the ambigram to read the full story.
Over a decade now, since we first met And you are still the salsa by which all other salsas are judged. No other can compare. Sure, other salsas are delicious And I have eaten plenty. In fact, I like most of them But none as much as you. I still remember my first jar, […]
It seems there’s always someone crying out in the middle of the night, and tonight it’s the cat’s turn to interrupt my slumber. I fumble for my phone to check the time, though I don’t know why I bother. Why do I add up the hours of sleep? Is it to swap war stories with […]
Last fall I stumbled upon a short story contest whose only parameters were that the story be less than 1000 words and that it be somehow related to the visual prompt: a lovely and haunting watercolor by artist Maggie Chiang (shared here with permission). The contest was scheduled to close the very next day, but […]