prose, short stories, and occasional poetry of the mystery, crime, and psychological horror variety
This has never happened before. I know it happens-- to other people, never to me. I was lucky. Everything else, I could handle. The catcalls and whistling, the hungry stares. They stayed away. And they never tried to talk to me.
By maisie 5 years ago in Criminal
sometimes i would sit in the dark consumed in my thoughts my fears of what i would do if you left me when we were both
By maisie 5 years ago in Poets
We had wanted a dog since we moved out after the divorce, and we moved into our second rental with that in mind. But I think it was my brother who finally sealed the deal.
By maisie 5 years ago in Petlife
