Fiction Story Excerpt Blessed be those who battle daily a mind that knows no peace. m.a.young As night falls draping its solemn darkness upon the earth like a heavy winter blanket, she curls into a tiny ball in the corner of her bed expecting their arrival. Hands locked tightly around her knees, holding them close to her chest. Eyes open wide, fighting the need for sleep they will never receive.
There is a reason old relationships are left behind to die. I don’t just mean romantic relationships—all relationships: friendships, familial, and romantic. Maybe you know why it happened, maybe you don’t. And I get it. We’re all feeling the pain of loneliness and isolation. Trying to fill hours, days, weeks, and months with something, anything. Stuck with a lot of time on our hands to reflect and reminiscence. This pandemic
COVID got me like “Bam! Knew you were full of sh*t!” All those years of typical loner attitude and introversion just weren’t quite enough to prepare me for this long haul social distancing. I used to dream about how nice it would be living away from people, not having to interact with anyone and just living my life. But I still live in a neighborhood surrounded by people. I don’t
There are days when I mourn her loss, though I never really knew her at all. What I want most is to love her. And what I’m truly mourning I think, is my failure and inability to truly see her, acknowledge her, console her, wrap her up in my arms and love her, encourage her, and help her grow to see safety in the world around her so that she can become the best she can be.
I’ve began prepping for this year’s NaNoWriMo. Despite my social anxiety, I’d really like to make an effort to immerse myself in a supportive writing environment, which means, I could use some writing buddies. I joined forever ago (2012) and haven’t kept up. But I’m committed this year, really I am.