Bridget Couture
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An aspiring author and poet with an unquenchable love for books. Can often be found typing intensely or substituting reading for sleep.
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The Persistence
They dressed him in one of his eight pairs of pants, one of his twenty-one shirts, and two of his thirty-four socks. He was prepared by the same two individuals - his mother and his brother - and their routine took only 18 seconds longer than usual. A few breaths more than the average count.
By Bridget Couture9 months ago in Fiction
The Ashen Grave
In vain fall the lost… drown us in their cries. Drown us deep and dark… beneath their mangled lies. Uttering thus, she moved forward, a figure drenched in moonlight. The shadows cast upturned lines on her face, neither parallel to the earth nor becoming of any natural laws. They bounced like the reveries of a crooked midnight fever, dancers summoned from unknown time. She did not create the shadows. She could not rip them from her features. And yet they trailed, just as her voice did, onto the canoe boards and apart from reality.
By Bridget Couture2 years ago in Fiction
