Leslie Writes
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Another struggling millennial. Writing is my creative outlet and stress reliever.
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Frog in the Salad
Sal hadn’t written anything in weeks. His publisher was willing to give him an extension in good faith, but that only made him more anxious. Maybe the well had run dry. It was bound to happen. He was over forty now. His dick still worked, but if this went on much longer, he’d trade erectile function for a brain that could write the next chapter of his goddamn book.
By Leslie Writes3 years ago in Fiction
Jolly Holiday
We drove up the snowy, winding road towards the cozy A-frame cabin. Nicky insisted on renting a sports car for this trip. So impractical. I’d call it a mid-life crisis, but he’s much too old for that. It’s funny how I was the one who suggested getting away for the weekend, but he latched onto the idea with his special brand of enthusiasm, the kind I fell in love with.
By Leslie Writes3 years ago in Fiction
Poor Judgement Leads to Turkey Mishap
I’ve always loved the idea of hosting a dinner party and what is Thanksgiving, if not the ultimate dinner party? I practically begged my family to let me host the first year my husband and I were married. We lived in the crappiest apartment in PG County, Maryland, but I was determined to throw the best Thanksgiving ever.
By Leslie Writes3 years ago in Confessions
He Was Dead When We Found Him
A couple of weeks ago I started smelling something rotten coming from the basement. It came on gradually and I noticed it getting a little stronger every time I went down there to do laundry. I’d recently lost and regained my sense of smell after I had Covid, so I thought it could be my nose playing tricks on me. But eventually the stink grew so powerful, it triggered a long forgotten memory from my childhood. It reminded me of the time we found a dead mouse inside our fold out couch.
By Leslie Writes3 years ago in Confessions
My Complicated Relationship with Pulp Fiction
After weeks of indecision, it’s time to find something to wear. This is my first co-ed Halloween party. Someone with a “cool mom” is hosting. My search for a costume has come up short because for us theater kids, a Halloween costume must always be homemade and fit into one of the following categories.
By Leslie Writes3 years ago in Geeks
Hot Girl Summer
One of the requirements for my Bachelor’s degree was an internship at a professional theater. It was the summer between my Junior and Senior year. There were only a handful of us in the acting track at my small liberal arts college. We carpooled to one of those “cattle call” auditions where all the regional theaters find college kids for their summer productions.
By Leslie Writes3 years ago in Confessions
Spirit’s Fortune
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. Jack Jenkins and his brother, Elisha lit several more candles forming a circle around the table in the center of the room. They prepared everything exactly as instructed. If all went according to plan, this night would change their lives forever.
By Leslie Writes4 years ago in Fiction
