Taylor M Welch

Joined January 2021

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Monster
It feasted upon every beautiful thing. Monsters often do. Ridding the world of its niceties, stealing the good away from the light.
By Taylor M Welch4 years ago in Fiction
At Eternity's Gate
I was the hopeless romantic. And she… She was the focus of my desire. I was under the belief that the world was made up of good-- pure, pure good-- and complications. There was no such thing as evil or wrong. Only complications, weaving in and out of my line of sight.
By Taylor M Welch4 years ago in Fiction
Eric
To truly appreciate this story, you need to know that my father was an extremely prideful man. My entire family built furniture, and my father followed suit, becoming an upholsterer.
By Taylor M Welch5 years ago in Families
Deus Ex Machina
Her modus operandi was to drive the rotting beast into the ground and feel every second of it. Scrape, thud. Scrape, thud. Scrape, thud.
By Taylor M Welch5 years ago in Futurism
Happy
Tell me about the last time you were happy. Actually, truly happy. Do you remember? Or are you attempting to fill in the blanks?
By Taylor M Welch5 years ago in Motivation
Caroline Jones
I saw her dark hair fall Across her snow-white back Right then and there, I felt so small Before the one, my heart would crack
By Taylor M Welch5 years ago in Poets
First Date. Top Story - April 2021.
“Hello. My name is Kimmy. Welcome to our first date.” I straighten in my chair-- pull down my shirt, adjust my tie, smooth back whatever hair I have left. “Hi Kimmy,” I answer. “You’re... you're very beautiful.”
By Taylor M Welch5 years ago in Futurism
Antipsychotic
Let’s say— for the hell of it— that you’ve just awarded me with $20,000. Suppose I won your writing competition, and acquired more money than anyone would know what to do with. Naturally, we’d have to ask ourselves a few questions:
By Taylor M Welch5 years ago in Psyche
Star-Crossed Loser
It goes like this: If you know me at all, you’d know that I’ve never been one to believe in astrology. I’ve always thought it was, well… kind of dumb. I mean, seriously. Your whole personality being judged by a set of stars? Sort of far-fetched, don’t you think?
By Taylor M Welch5 years ago in Futurism
There's No Love in February
It’s not enough to be alone on Valentine’s Day. For it to hurt-- to really, really sting-- you have to have your heart broken.
By Taylor M Welch5 years ago in Beat
Mid-Flight
The Barn Owl rested upon his perch, scanning the street below. Somewhere, just having gotten off of work, a man would be arriving on the I85 Bus from West Elm.
By Taylor M Welch5 years ago in Humans