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Author on Reedsy Prompts since Nov, 2020
I used to think that the worst thing about death was ceasing to exist. But it’s really being forgotten that’s the kicker. I’m afraid that when people hear my name they won’t think of me. Tragic I know. How do I explain that my very existence is only meaningful if it’s perceived? That nothing was worth anything unless it was weighed on another’s scale? See the thing is I’m in a coma. I’ve been in a coma for about a month. Apparently, you can get brain damage from almost anything, it could be Red 3, radiation from your microwave, plastics in o...
Submitted to Contest #277
It’s almost funny how much I want to bite this man. Normally I wouldn’t say let alone think such things. It’s so vulgar. So unladylike. I was taught to keep my hands to myself. Luckily, I wasn’t told jack about my teeth, so I guess that’s fair game.The ticking of the clock that’s too close to the ceiling grates on my nerves. It’s a blank clock with a ticker that moves too slow. The walls are a dingy yellow that reminds me of an underfunded parish basement. The ceiling cracks spread like spiderwebs—this place could collapse on top of us ...
Most days I hope to pour out all that's boiling inside of me to create something beautiful.
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