#*prose

[onomatopiya]

A STORY by P.V. VAMSIDHAR — BULLSHIT LIT

Dido

DIDO

in which there is doomed yuri at taco bell.

CWs: ptsd, referenced murder/death

[gunwoojin]

pavement prayers

the pavement's sharp bite - gravel rough on skin like unwanted teeth. 'tis how she felt? an ugly hand dealt, body swallowed beneath, silent plea an awful din. god cruelly delights - strong soldier, hollow grin. blood makes a haloed wreath, feelings can't be dwelt as wanted lover knelt roving touch, death bequeaths. copper tastes o' sweet sin, life's worth the fight.

original work by me @saintediaz and ib. @soliadiaz's amazing poetry!

[morbidlongings]

// I inhale. I exhale. and in between that breath I want, and I want, and I want

[maharaanis]

9.30.2021: on myself

transcript.

i am typing out, for the millionth time, haha sorry i’m shit at small talk! or ajskdjks i sure know how to kill a conversation and it is such a tiresome thing, apologizing for being myself. i have always felt the need to, simply because it’s me and i am not good or perfect so i owe the world an apology. because i do not know how to read the room and i am anxious over every little thing. because every time i am close to saying anything of true meaning i always have to thin my soul out with water, dilute it so it is not too strong. i am tired to lightening myself. (askskjsjs anyway. it’s not really that important, i am typing. i have been kept awake by this thought for the past two nights.)

i think it does truly boil down to that it is me, not anyone else. it is me and i am not funny or charismatic i owe people something, simply for not being more than perfect. because i am not effortless. because all i do is try and try and try. (because it is me and i am afraid of offering only myself because why would anyone want just me? i need to give something else. so i can be wanted.)

but when the laughter stops, i don’t think any of them will be there for me.

[letterful]

She is dead. Almost certainly dead. Nearly conclusively dead. She is, at the very least, not answering her telephone.

CATHERYNNE M. VALENTE, from Radiance.

[macchiatosdumptruck]

question for all my fic writers out there? out of curiosity are you neurdivergent and what is your writing style like?

because i think i am realizing that the reason i like a floating pov and a non linear narrative so much (even from my Gifted Child TM go-write-a-dean-koontz-novel-and-make-this-family-some-money) days is because i was so ADHD as hell that trying to get my brain to understand the Concept Of Time just killed any creativity or drive i had.

[eliamatrell]

How could I love you? How could I love a ghost? How could I love something that I have to keep hidden in my pocket?

KELLY LINK, from ‘The Constable of Abal’.