Lily Fitzgerald

Joined June 2021

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The Finwife
The day after Jan disappeared, my mother pressed an old silver coin in my hand before I left the house. It was an old currency, one that had not been used in a century or more. I couldn’t guess where she’d found it.
By Lily Fitzgerald5 years ago in Fiction
Run
I stuck myself in the eye trying to put on the false eyelashes. Immediately, my eyes began to water and smear my eyeliner. “Shit.”
By Lily Fitzgerald5 years ago in Horror
Scav
Scavs don’t live very long. I doubt I’ll be an exception. Every sundown I get to watch is one more than I expect. More than I deserve, perhaps, but I doubt that’s up to me. Sundown rakes the horizon in reds and purples. It should be at my back by now, but I barely have enough misc-scrap to trade for three days of food. If I want to eat, I have to scavenge. And, to find things that are worth the trade, I have to go farther and farther away from the sheet-metal defenses of Shanty. The ruins and bones of all types have been picked clean over the years since the sky fell and the earth burned; the time known as the Fall. Scavs like me are a dying breed- most of us struggle to find enough misc-scrap to trade for food, and it’s dangerous to go out into the violent sun of our blighted, dusty, world on an empty stomach.
By Lily Fitzgerald5 years ago in Fiction