Lily Caudill
Bio
I take inspiration from my family roots in The Appalachian Mountains of Kentucky. You will find that my works have a darker undertones with a dash of humor. I am currently working on a novel Conflict of Interest. I hope you enjoy.
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Patchouli Boy
It was 2011 when I walked into the pool’s natatorium for the first time. It was depressing. It was dark. The only light was coming from a few windows near the ceiling. I wanted to keep it a secret from my then-boyfriend that I was swimming. I wanted to be able to keep up with him when he asked me to swim with him, and I didn’t want to embarrass myself. Many years later, I would be in that same place teaching his wife to swim in that same lane and laughing at what a terrible swimmer he was.
By Lily Caudill2 years ago in Fiction
The rats
Doctor Charles Howard peered through his microscope at his latest specimen. He hoped with every fiber of his being that he had injected his specimens correctly. If he had made a fatal error like last time it would put back his process another 2 weeks. He was already behind his personal deadline. The lab was quiet, he liked the chatter of his colleagues, but today was a Sunday. He wanted the lab just to himself, peaceful and quiet to focus on his studies. He looked down the lens and smiled for no one but himself. His hypothesis had been correct.
By Lily Caudill2 years ago in Horror
My Emotionally Abusive Boss
I had a horrible boss when I was 16. It seems like a silly thing to bring up. Most people do at some point in their lives have a terrible boss. That’s why shows like the office have become a worldwide phenomenon. In conversations over office coffee, I have told my co-workers and bosses since about my "crazy first boss" stories because I thought to a degree this type of thing was normal and everyone would have similar stories. I have/had incredibly loving parents and maybe because I had such amazing parents I never wanted to share my story because it “wasn’t that bad”. However just because I don't have an incredibly tragic childhood doesn't mean that this boss didn't affect my psyche. Today I am breaking my silence to tell a part of my story.
By Lily Caudill3 years ago in Journal
Red Mushroom Feilds
Every night at midnight, the purple clouds came out to dance with the blushing sky. Rabbit came out from his burrow to play cards with Badger. Badger had a gambling problem, but Rabbit didn’t care. She wished she could play, but mother fox had warned her not to play any games with Rabbit or at least any games with money. He was a town hustler but was loved non the less. He had a certain charm that couldn’t be simply ignored. He fully used his silky black fur and long ears to their advantage. (I had once witnessed Mayor Lassie’s Mrs. talk off her pearl collar just to put it around his neck.) The sky began to fade into a midnight blue, so Baby Fox knew it was time to crawl back into her home underneath the roots of the willow tree. Mother Fox was sweeping the dirt with the tip of her tail while she cooked dinner on the stove.
By Lily Caudill3 years ago in Fiction
