Isabel Dilena
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Johnny's Mouth
Sometimes my days are sunny and sometimes they are grey. That’s okay. Some of my days sound like rock songs. I used to make out with this guy, Johnny. We’d share spit in the front seat of his car. His spit always tasted kinda weird, like cola and cigarettes. Johnny thought he was a rockstar. Pfft. He wrote me a song once. It was called ‘Lilac Lola’. He thought lilac meant lovely. It seemed rude to break it to him that he was describing me as a light purple.
By Isabel Dilena4 years ago in Fiction
Drenched Dancing
The liquid limelights dazzle me. An abstract smile dances across my face-not a girl next door smile, not a cheesy, forced grin, but a lopsided widening of my mouth that reveals my mammoth teeth. The liquor in my chest seems to seep through my mouth and eyes and out into the world, swimming about in a unified, vibrational hum.
By Isabel Dilena4 years ago in Fiction
The Noble Crime-Stoppers of the World's Safest Town
Betty and Beacon live above a pie shop in Rosy Cheek Bay. Their apartment is constantly engulfed with the sweet aroma of pies being baked; cherry pies, apricot pies, plum pies, eggplant pies, apple pies…you get my drift. There’s a lot of dough becoming pie downstairs.
By Isabel Dilena4 years ago in Fiction
A Watery Death for the Chocolately Possessed
“Fuck you and your mother too!” Johnny screamed. Brenda could hear the party downstairs as she lay in bed, far from sleeping. She licked some creamy, buttercream icing off the cupcake in her hand. There is nothing quite as luxurious as eating a cupcake in bed, she thought to herself, as she ploughed through bite after bite. A glob of icing smeared onto her septum piercing. Brenda licked it off with her long, serpentine tongue.
By Isabel Dilena5 years ago in Fiction
