Me, moving a bee off the sidewalk and onto a nearby shrub: You're safe now, lil buddy.
A spider, probably hiding in the shrub: Yes, very safe.
The bee: For fuck's sake.
When I was an undergrad, I had the unfortunate experience of reading a classmate's sentence. It has remained with me for years and every now and then, I like to remind my friends of its cursed nature.
"She licked him like she was trying to get to the center of a Tootsie Pop."
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So excited to have a story out with @dishsoapquart Like most things I write, this was born from a family conversation, in particular, one I had with my very logical and sentimental uncle.
My latest story "Essential" is now available in After Happy Hour Review's print issue #5. It received an honorable mention in their Work and Labor Contest. You can listen to an excerpt of it online where I try my best not to breathe loudly and then fail.
https://t.co/tvJk5GIV7S
Living with your sibling as an adult is very similar to when you were a child, except instead of running away to avoid getting beat up when you piss her off, you are both too tired so the beating is psychological.
Honored to have a piece out in Prime Number Magazine. This story has a special place in my heart and I'm so glad it can be shared with everyone. Special thanks to Kevin Morgan Watson, their fairy godmother editor, for making dreams come true.
https://t.co/BLb6iGFyex
A Level 2 adult told me (Level 3) I have young vibes and I know it was meant as a compliment, but I didn't hit my thirties and suddenly there were talks about sending me to a farm upstate.