Starstruck_The One Way Mirror_Catch and Release_Cherry, Cherry, Pineapple, Cherry
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Starstruck
ㅤIn a tiny apartment above a sprawling city, Martha Grint was eating a bowl of cornflakes and watching the evening news. Around her, celebrity gossip magazines were piled several feet high on every surface. A workspace had been cleared in the centre of the coffee table, now covered in paper scraps, a large pair of scissors and an industrial size bottle of craft glue. A bulging scrapbook sat in the middle of it all. ㅤHundreds of photographs of one man populated the book’s pages. The man was attrawww.onedoor.ccctive, in his mid-forties. The scrapbook contained holiday photos and movie stills, interviews and c...
The One Way Mirror
TW: sexual abuse, trauma, maladaptive sexual behaviours “I know why I am like this you know”. Max couldn’t raise her eyes to meet Rosie’s, but rather continued to stare at her pillow, as if she wasn’t tethered to her body at all. At least, she wished she wasn’t. The bricks of shame and ego seem far too heavy for her petite frame to continue to lug around anymore. She knows what people think and say. She knows that none of it would worry her if they weren’t right. The way she throws herself into hedonism, no elements of healthy experimentation accompanying her. If anything, the experimentation ...
Catch and Release
She hated birds. All birds. It wasn’t so much the birds themselves, or the way they preened, or even the sounds they make. It’s the wings she can’t stand, how they flutter and sputter with frantic spasms of insanity. It made no sense how the feathered creatures could sit quietly and patiently one minute then startle with frenetic motion the next. The agitated activity made her heart feel like it was going to explode from the fear and loathing. It hadn’t always been this way. At one time she had enjoyed the birdsong of the mornings, the cooing doves, or the evening trills. But that enjoyment wa...
Cherry, Cherry, Pineapple, Cherry
The pineapple in the third row would cost me four fifty if I recalled to myself, “Bring the coupon you cut. Why do you always forget the coupons?”I forget the coupons.On the way to the store, I stop for groceries, and stock up on dairy, and then, and then, and then I drive to Winding River and leave the groceries--the milk, the yogurt, the ice cream--in the backseat of my last-leg Camry even though it’s July 3rd. It’s the hottest week of the year and one of the hottest of the last four and a half years. The groceries won’t last long, and that’s the point. I don’t want to be in Winding River fo...