Queen

She released the shadows of his room, illuminated by the ceiling bulb pulsing like the waves of the heart monitor. All this garbage she once scorned and scolded transformed into the daily routine of her son, who couldn’t be bothered to drag his laundry downstairs or shut off his boombox. The idols of his life […]

How I answer the damn prompts

When I was doing this post, I thought to myself, should I really be doing what the prompt says? As a writer who is merely answering prompts, I feel too inhibited to abide by them letter by letter, word by word. Besides, this blog “puts a horrid twist on WordPress prompts”. It doesn’t answer them […]