S. A. Crawford
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Writer, reader, life-long student - being brave and finally taking the plunge by publishing some articles and fiction pieces.
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The Lives of Others. Top Story - September 2025.
Like millions of other people, I commute daily; an hour on public transport each way to the nearest large city. I've taken the same bus journey so many times I recognize the drivers and their schedules and I can sleep most of it without missing my stop. I can see the fucking road with my eyes closed and I swear I have developed a sixth sense for when and where a traffic jam will occur, what buses will be late, and when I'll struggle to get a seat (always when the University is in session, always - I swear some of the students think their book bags have a ticket too the way they seat hog)...
By S. A. Crawford4 months ago in Humans
Her Voice
Her voice welcomed me into the world in soft, tired tones and it has been there ever since. My mother is a private person, so I won't tell you much about her life other that it has been too hard for such a soft, kind woman. She's tough, my mum, but raw; she feels everything so deeply, cares so intensely that I sometimes wonder why she was burdened with a daughter like me. We are chalk and cheese. I am often hard and unsentimental to the point of callousness, level headed in a crisis but not good at being open or soft day to day. I feel, but do not speak while she showers those around her with love and care in abundance.
By S. A. Crawford9 months ago in Longevity
The Healing Power of Ugly. Top Story - February 2025.
Once upon a time, a while back, I saw a post on Tumblr that to my irritation I can't find again - it said something to the effect of "a woman is a mammal that sweats and grunts" and it seemed to open a pathway in my brain that hasn't closed since. Maybe its the fact that I am down with glandular fever (or 'mono' as my American friends may know it), but that post has been front and centre for the past few days. You see, friends and neighbours, it is hard to feel pretty when you are sick like this. Impossible to feel sexy... And according to media and romantasy we are (woman more so than men, but lets be real all of us) are required to somehow be alluring in one way or another at all times in order to be... well, what exactly? Worthy?
By S. A. Crawford11 months ago in Humans
