Jessica Rusick

Joined February 2021

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Little Lamb
I remember when I figured it out. I had just brushed my teeth and was absentmindedly swishing out my mouth with water. Something about feeling clean and fresh made my mind wander to the incident years before. That’s when it hit me. I spit out the water.
By Jessica Rusick4 years ago in Families
Pond Monster
I live in a body of water called Cherry Grove Pond. It’s called this because of the cherry trees that used to grow here before the land creatures tore them down to put up their own grove of townhouses. I never saw the cherry trees; I don’t have much interest in trees, to be honest. I know the story of my pond only because I can understand the creatures’ speech and read their language. This is the kind of osmosis you can’t avoid when you live so close to them for so long.
By Jessica Rusick4 years ago in Fiction
In My Corner
“So, I’m dying,” my grandmother said, and her gentle laugh filled the corners of the pale pink living room. Part of me was relieved we had acknowledged it. Part of me was terrified.
By Jessica Rusick5 years ago in Families