It’s Christmas and we’re six years old, and I cannot say “I love you.” The evening has stretched into night and the air has grown warm with wine and conversation. My parents glance over and find me, head tucked into the crook of your knee as I struggle to fight the steady in-out of your…
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An invitation [to be pretty]
“You would be so pretty if you just…” Dear Sir, Growing up my mother never told me I was pretty. I don’t say that to mean she referred to me as beautiful, or lovely, even, but that she rarely referred to my looks except to offer some mild criticism. That suited me well, as I…
Play Time
The light streaming into my room is momentarily blinding. Struggling to adjust my eyes, I attempt to take in the sudden influx of sound. My clothes hang haphazardly from my body, revealing the unnatural thinness of my twig-like limbs. I try to make myself decent, but I am quickly yanked from my room. My eyes…
The Hyde Experiment
It was the sharp smell of blood that eventually roused David from his sleep, his hands over his eyes in an attempt to calm the pounding behind them. Straightening up in bed, he noted the sweat dripping from his body and the dampness of the shirt plastered to his chest. Aside from the smell, he…
