Lily Séjor
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Lily is really not the best at describing herself, so she'll put this down for now and circle back when (if) she's inspired. For now, she wants you to know that she's your verbose friend who rarely knows what to say.
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Hey Asshole, I hope this finds you well or whatever. Long time no see. Long time no anything actually and I love it for me. For full transparency, this letter is written to you but other folks are going to read it so… I’m going to call you R to keep you anonymous—R for Randy, Robert, Rafael or maybe for Repulsive? That would be very true to the way I feel about you. Putting that aside (for now) I know how paranoid you are and you probably believe that this letter alone is enough to set the world loose on you—because such is my power, right? You can already see them, pitchforks and torches in hand, chasing after you because R is so rare a letter in a name that it could only point to you. Isn’t it? See, I don’t miss that about you. If we continue on our little streak of honesty, I don’t miss anything about you.
By Lily Séjorabout a year ago in Humans
Without Love Sweetness & Water
The river ran backwards on the day the Queen vanished. Just a few days later, Orisha Oko was the first to notice the change. The corn stalks were turning a worrisome gold and the broad leaves of the pumpkins underneath were shriveling and losing their luster to grayish white mildew. Stems turned floppy—some crispy—as their sap was reclaimed from them. Something was wrong and it affected more than the garden. Oko turned to the sky, raising a hand to his brow to shield his eyes from the merciless sun. Not a cloud was in sight—not a meager, wispy puff of mist. Very soon, his hill was going to die.
By Lily Séjorabout a year ago in Fiction
What’s that they say about curiosity?. Content Warning.
There was only one rule: don’t open the door. To Suleika, this was a challenge, a provocation. The moment the elders stepped away, leaving her alone to her chores, she melted into the shadows and tiptoed to the ominous corridor—mischievous intent making light every step.
By Lily Séjorabout a year ago in Horror
A Candle in the Darkness
As a child, I did not possess the knowledge and vocabulary around social structures I have today but I was able to perceive differences in treatment, consideration and respect. Children can tell who belongs to the “in crowd” and who stays out. The signs are clear as day and the messaging is constant. Early on, I integrated the notion that certain people were celebrated and others were not. A specific few were even despised and erased whenever possible—that is, when they were not ridiculed.
By Lily Séjorabout a year ago in Pride
It Was To Be Expected
The shock of the fall was still on Mother‘s face when I found her at the bottom of the stairs. If only she had been plucked discretely by the Reaper, with no knowledge of the end—not that losing her would have been any easier; just that, perhaps, my skin would have crawled a little bit less. She lied limp on the expensive Italian marble floor. Her eyes—blue like the lagoons on our last trip to Tahiti—were open, looking up as if searching for a way out. I pulled down the hem of her night robe to preserve her dignity. This one was her favorite, white with dark blue lilies—her family’s beloved fleur de lys.
By Lily Séjorabout a year ago in Fiction
