So, this is Writer’s Block—Ugly

Perhaps the way I defined this curse mislead me, and until now I thought I couldn’t get writer's block. I had always envisioned a writer scooting their chair up to a desk; fingers cracked and tugged on, a computer flashing to life, then the writer freezes, hovering above the keyboard, blank stare, hollow inside. Sometimes... Continue Reading →

Eggplant: Short Story

“These questions are fucking ridiculous. I’m not doing this.” I slam my laptop closed and let my head thump on the table. “No one will ever love me.” My best friend, who's also filling out an online dating profile, keeps typing. My dramatic protest goes unnoticed. I rotate to study her. She’s prettier than me... Continue Reading →

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