Calliope Briar

Joined November 2020

18 stories

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A lifelong writer with a creative writing degree.

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And with Her, the Stars Come Alive
The rooftop party where cigarette smoke and car exhaust drift up from the bustling street clean air--a distant idea. In the humidity of midsummer night,
By Calliope Briar4 years ago in Poets
At Sunrise
It rattles, like a tin can with only one item held inside. Leave it be. He buries his head a little farther beneath the blankets. He squeezes his eyes shut and tries to remember the words to The Lord’s Prayer, which he spoke so many times in the past without conscious effort on all those Sundays when his grandparents took him to church, always casting a disapproving glare at his parents and their refusal to join. He remembers the glare his mom would cast from the alcove window as her own parents pulled out of the driveway with him in their car on their way to St. Vincent’s parish.
By Calliope Briar4 years ago in Fiction
When She Walks, Her Nails Drag on the Floor
The shirt on her back was ripped down to leave only a couple inches at her waist keeping it on her skeletal frame. Each vertebrae was defined as her grey skin stretched over her hunched back, no muscle or fat to blur the shapes.
By Calliope Briar4 years ago in Fiction
Locket of Lost Hope
It ended with a war. It began with the end. Hate was, after all, one of the constants of the human condition. Hate led to violence. Violence led to war.
By Calliope Briar5 years ago in Fiction
A Blank Envelope
Once it was clear that the pandemic wouldn't disappear any time soon, I settled into a routine to maintain my sanity while working from home.
By Calliope Briar5 years ago in Humans
A Love-Hate Relationship with Supernatural
In 2005, Supernatural aired for the first time. And I didn't watch it. When I was in high school years later, my friends fawned over the show and recommended it to me several times.
By Calliope Briar5 years ago in Geeks