Reese Johnson

Joined February 2023

5 stories

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a bunch of odd words put together to form disorganized sentences. she/her.

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Turtle
I applied to school just to be touched by someone. Anyone. That was two years ago and I still haven't made a connection with a single entity in this entire college. Am I too bulky? Would someone not want to touch someone with such big ears?
By Reese Johnson3 years ago in Fiction
Tender Buttons
I ran across the street toward the gym. Lately, the gym has been a safe space for me to relax and stretch out. I look at my flesh in the locker room mirror. Droopy eyes with fish lips and big elephant ears. If some cartoonist drew me, I would look exactly like Lip Service, that one character on Spongebob. I’ve been working out for the past month because I have a wedding coming up. I have no date, so I need something to talk about to avoid all those awkward conversations of… “How’s work?” or “Are you dating anyone?” Now if those questions come up, I will just counter-question that question with, “I’ve been working out” or “I can do five pull-ups.” I can’t actually do any pull-ups, not even one, so I’m hoping there isn’t a pull-up bar at the wedding.
By Reese Johnson3 years ago in Fiction
Pit
I’ve never been fully committed to anything. I used to practice karate, I quit; I studied law, I quit that; I also figured out a very peaceful way to get up at six in the morning, I wake up at noon. My friend — I mean, ex-friend, Camila, used to try to help me with this by telling me, “If you do this, I will get you a cupcake” or some other pastry product and most of the time I followed through, but our relationship ended on account of her husband helping her accomplish things by telling her, “If you don’t eat that pasta, I’ll have sex with you.” On Thursdays, I go to the grocery store which is the only thing I’ve committed to in the past 6 months. Last week, I saw this mom yelling at her children, an older man talking to his possibly dead wife, and this person squeezing and throwing avocados into their basket. They threw them with such force, but with a simple elegance; As they did this we made eye contact, it was extremely brief, but I think I’m in love? — No, it’s lust.
By Reese Johnson3 years ago in Fiction
Standard Light Switch
My mind is empty. It is a blank and rotten place. No thoughts are coming in or out; it’s like a chalkboard, but without chalk to write with.
By Reese Johnson3 years ago in Fiction
Roadkill
DON’T SHOWER UNTIL YOU’RE READY TO GO OUTSIDE! I wrote this on every wall in my house about a month ago when I was still hopeful that I could trick myself into walking or dragging myself outside; each step a small painful victory. A leggy woman carried her things into the house next door. Was she old or young? No idea, she was too far away. I felt this intense quality about her, even though I was stuck within these 8 walls.
By Reese Johnson3 years ago in Fiction