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Dubiously Strange

There are things that natives to the Pacific Northwest grow up knowing as fact. Most of the towns have a name unpronounceable to man, but anyone born in the area can pronounce it with ease. Everyone knows someone who knows someone who has seen Sasquatch. When the sky is clear enough for to see Mount Rainer, which always seems to be looming too close on the horizon, people cheerfully say, “The Mountain is out today!” Sometimes the sun isn’t seen for weeks. These were things that Maeve Pryce learned as a child, but only after she was taught to listen to the stories told by bones found in the forest, and to run from the ones found near the sea. When she moved away from the peninsula a few years ago Maeve thought she was leaving behind the strange and unusual.             Unfortunately, this wasn’t the case.             Maeve remembered reading a blog from a search and rescue of...
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The Fool's Journey

 This is a short story from my first year of uni. I have a weird love/hate relationship with it because of how much my professor was distressed that this seem less like a short story and more like an excerpt from a novel. I really like cliff hanger endings and let the reader wonder what the true conclusion is. Ugh, I don't know. It's a skill I need to hone. oOo Superstition was something that Olive found fascinating. Regardless if someone considered themselves completely rational and deny the existence of magic or deific figures of organized religion, they still harbor some amount of belief in the unexplained. Black cats are less likely to be adopted than their white or tabby counterparts. Ouija boards will forever be seen as a metaphysical key to the realm of demons. Parents still make offerings of their children’s teeth to the tooth fairy. Okay, maybe that last one was a little dark, but it still paints a picture of how superstition plays a role in modern society. This still ...
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Swan Song At 25: A 5 minute scene

  CAST OF CHARACTERS Juniper Nolan Raine Jackson Brandy DeWitt SCENE  A house party  TIME  The present  1-1 A living room with a connected dining room. Clearly a space where young people live. Music can be heard, like bass coming through the walls. College aged people are mingling with red solo cups up stage. The dining room table is actually a card table and is covered with various bottles, cups and snacks. [JUNIPER and RAINE enter from stage right.] JUNIPER: This party is going to be the night my luck turns around. I feel it! RAINE: [Deadpan] Your forced optimism is inspiring. JUNIPER: [Disgusted sound] You’re not my favorite person today. RAINE: I’m not your favorite person on any day. Pause. [Raine is smug.] JUNIPER: That’s not what I… You’re just…! Why do you have to be so aggravating! Why can’t you just support me? RAINE: You’re right. I should be more supportive of your delusions. JUNIPER: Thank you. Any...
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Tired in Crimson

  In the last Twenty-one years, I’ve been trapped by an unreliable personal tide. The metamorphosis and renewal of cells I don’t readily celebrate. I am in the summer of the body. I’m thinking of tired moon symbolisms as my already fragile gut clenches, with both anxiety and exiting progesterone. I am tired.
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It Could Be Worse

  The last portion of Spring Quarter was all about drama (plays, script writing, etc.), and I can't remember the exact assignment for this one, I'm happy with the result. oOo An apartment living room that doubles as a sewing space. Late afternoon or early evening. The décor is kitsch and tacky, as if decorated by a grandmother who prides herself on her thrifting abilities (pale pink walls, weird paintings of cats, brightly colored crocheted pillow covers, etc.). A candle burns on the coffee table. To the left is table with a sewing machine. Fabric and other sewing nothings cover the table and spill on to the floor. On a dress form is a beautiful mermaid gown made with various shades of grey tulle and silver sequins. RAINE is sitting on a vintage velvet ottoman gluing rhinestones to the gown’s nude illusion sleeves. [JUNIPER staggers in, dropping her backpack and collapsing on the couch.] RAINE: Welcome home. JUNIPER: That candle smells like Fireball. RAINE : Us non-a...
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Neptuno

  Gods of Greek and Roman have made         Men believe they have power enough to move the tide. A coward that history will forget while Me and Mine summon hurricanes   of change. Men made Gods shift blame to the victims they so readily devour. Turned backs on those who rise to reclaim, Fools thinking the sea will not overcome their tower. Me and my Ilk are the crushing wave.
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