Jessica Hanisch
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Writer, reader and 24-hour dreamer, chasing down moments to live in whole-heartedly alongside fiction.
Stories (4)
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Girl on Fire
This is the third day the sun has burned in bold scarlet as it rose behind our pear tree. I take it as a sign my world is ending. If Mother were alive, she would have given some cheeky explanation to ease my fears. It is Sir Helios on his chariot, setting the sky ablaze with his personality.
By Jessica Hanisch4 years ago in Fiction
The Unexpected Visitor
You can’t look at the dead and see only a cadaver, Wren explained during dinner. As she spoke, Mick scrambled to make sense of her. This soft and dainty soul once screamed in a heavy metal band and surfed in mosh pits above sweaty living bodies. And while grossly opinionated about nearly everything, she returns from her passionate tangents just in time to giggle at herself for having gone on them. And then, of course, there is the unapologetic way swear words clip at the soft lull in her voice, a siren’s song to his ears.
By Jessica Hanisch4 years ago in Fiction
The Lost Mother
A silver locket is pressed tightly in the fist on my lap, the only tangible object I own; its heart shape pendant dangles from a broken hinge. Before logging in each morning, I stare into the shallow shell and recall the miniature portrait it once housed: my mother’s dark eyes, the short brown bob floating above her shoulders, and her smile back at me.
By Jessica Hanisch5 years ago in Fiction
