Gabriela Tajzler

“Perfect Illusion” by Gabriela Tajzler

The last time alcohol scorched my throat so harshly, I was alone in in the frostbite air contemplating how to move forward with my life after my grandmother passed away. Now I numbly sit in my busted up bedframe with the room dimed to a personalized grey lighting, anger just boiling through my body so aggressively that the inside of my eye was pulsating like a blown out speaker. How dare he make me feel this way? I was never a sad drinker. I looked at my bottle of Captain Morgan and realized that this was the same drink we took turns d...

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“Scars, Burns, and Cuts” by Gabriela Tajzler

Submitted to Contest #15

The swift slice of the kitchen knife hardly made an impression for the first five seconds at contact with her index finger. At first, she assumed it was nothing more than a slight nick that not even an infant would concern itself with. It wasn't until she took a moment for herself to closely examine the half sliced pig shoulder to notice her own finger practically gushing an arc over the raw meat. In a quiet panic she dropped the knife on the plastic cutting board and rushed to the nearest sink and practically ripped off her gloves before un...

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“No Matter What” by Gabriela Tajzler

Submitted to Contest #14

The first day I met you, it was already a bad morning. My Dad forced me to wear this chess set excuse of a dress passed on from my big sister when I so wanted to wear my favorite dinosaur shirt and cap; but I had to be a lady for my first day of third grade. When I walked in, I was instantly nervous. I was the new kid. I didn't know anyone there. I had moved from a small town and now I was in the capital city surrounded by kids used to jaywalking and taking the public bus routes. But then I saw you. You were sitting by yourself. I didn't kno...

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“Awkward Encounter” by Gabriela Tajzler

Submitted to Contest #14

Gregory never expected to be dropped off at his grandfathers house that night. Yet there he stood, whipped from all directions by the violent snow destroying all in its vicinity. If it were not for the windows dimly illuminating in front of him, he might as well have been walking blind trying to get inside. What made it worse was the fact the Gregory had no overcoat to protect his own warmth so every wisp of snow felt no less painful than a lash from the Devil. In his mind, Gregory knew his grandfather shouldn't be home, making things easier...

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“Seems Alien To Me” by Gabriela Tajzler

Submitted to Contest #12

"Is it true?" Betty asked with an eagerness to a fault.Jackie arched her eyebrows in confusion, even though she had a pretty good idea as to what Betty was referring to. "What do you mean? Is what true?"Betty rolled her eyes. "Come on honey you know damn well what. Is it true that Jake was put in a mental hospital? I hear he had to be taken out with a straight jacket because he thought some evil being was trying to kidnap him." she finished with an amused laugh.Jackie crossed her arms. "Oh really? And who told you that?"Betty puffed out her ...

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