Jules Day (they/them)
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I’m a 21 year old life long writer! I write fiction and creative nonfiction about life, and proudly represent the LGBTQ community. 📚✨
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Neighborhood Ghostbusters
Growing up in Hamilton, Ohio never proved to be overly interesting—aside from some girl that got stabbed on my front lawn at four o’clock in the morning or many fire-department rescues of far too large kids attempting to squeeze themselves into infant swings. Despite this, and the raging opioid epidemic gutting my community in ways I couldn’t understand, I had a really good childhood. My family settled on a street corner directly across from a decently sized park that often housed a plethora of children my age. I could generally be found outdoors, utilizing my vast imagination and perpetually getting myself in trouble.
By Jules Day (they/them) 4 years ago in Confessions
Ally's Warning
The day that you left, Faded into the clear sky, Made me a pebble Dakota released a dissatisfied breath, folding up her poem after revision and stashing it in her sweatpants. After hooking the grey leash to Ally’s pink collar, she also slipped a thick-handled, steel kitchen knife into her pocket for protection. The realization of how silly her actions seemed was not her priority as she inhaled deeply and pushed the sliding door aside so the dog could bustle across the threshold into the bleak, meager patch of grass behind their townhouse. Despite her mother’s repeated warnings, the door remained ajar to perpetuate an environment of comfort. If whatever that thing is decided to make its move that night, all she would have to do is grab Ally and dash inside.
By Jules Day (they/them) 4 years ago in Fiction
A Mother's Transition. Top Story - November 2021.
Before I became pregnant, I was unaware of the option to skip labor when giving birth. All my prior experiences with the process of bringing a human being into this world followed somewhat of a formula; first a person creates life inside of them for nine months, then the ever-dramatic cramping and breaking of the water occurs, then there’s a chaotic rush to the hospital, then the hours of blood-curdling screams of agony and buckets of sweat, and finally a tiny bundle of joy emerges. On every television show that tackled the baby topic, and in my own life when my sister had my niece, the formula ensued. However, my journey into motherhood differed greatly from my preconceived gatherings.
By Jules Day (they/them) 4 years ago in Confessions
How to Get Over a Break-Up: A Five Year Process
You stayed up all night, completely spiraling out. The bags under your eyes have begun to look as though you had purposefully smeared makeup beneath your lashes. Your mom has started to notice, but now you’re an expert at playing things off. You got away with assuring her that you were up late finishing a project.
By Jules Day (they/them) 4 years ago in Fiction
Rest Your Head
It takes everything in their power to not throw up from the dread that lines their stomach, pulling on their insides. They lay on their bed and stare blankly at the ceiling, intermittently shedding tears as they focus on keeping bile from rolling up their throat.
By Jules Day (they/them) 4 years ago in Fiction
