Tiffany Fairfield
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I’m 27 and have absolutely no clue what I’m doing at any given point. Kind of still trying to figure it out. But writing helps so there’s that I guess.
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Like it never happened
It’s him my thoughts always drift back to. Especially late at night when I’m alone. I had a good run without him taking up space in my head, but it always happens like this. He just invades me every once in a while and I can’t help the temptation to remember him. Remember us. Even in the dark room, I can see our memories playing clearly on the ceiling. Sometimes it feels like it was all a fever dream. Or like the world has imploded but I’m the only one who knows.
By Tiffany Fairfield6 months ago in Fiction
Best Friends
I’ve been wanting to get this off my chest for a while. These words and feelings that I’ve felt like I couldn’t say. How do you talk about something so painful and raw so casually? With no prompt and no idea where to speak about it? Then this challenge came up and it feels like whatever powers that be out there, are telling me to let it out.
By Tiffany Fairfield2 years ago in Humans
Falling up
We were two souls lost in the darkness and talking to each other throughout it was slowly tethering us together. We were building the foundations of our world. Where no one could find us and only those we allowed could enter. We wrapped ourselves in a bubble of fantasy and insanity and we felt home. We weren’t religious, but we created a god and worshipped at each other’s feet.
By Tiffany Fairfield2 years ago in Poets
This is the Year
It’s been two years since I published my first story on Vocal. I should start by saying that I have a bittersweet relationship with writing. I have always loved writing, but I guess you could say I have commitment issues- apologies to my very patient fiancé- because for a long time I was never able to finish anything. I thought that maybe it was because I was trying to write novels and that was just too much for me. So, I thought short stories might be a good idea. But they all sucked. They felt dull and boring. I became someone with scraps of paper overfilling a box in my closet with half formed ideas and wandering thoughts. Folders of chapters that abruptly end. Approximately 100 notes on my phones that could go somewhere, but who knows?
By Tiffany Fairfield2 years ago in Writers
The Call of the Bells
I rub my sweaty palms against my jeans as I walk along the sidewalk. The frosty air does nothing to halt the perspiration on my palms. I see a man walking on the sidewalk across the street from me and I stop and stare as he passes. It’s just after midnight and that’s the first soul I’ve seen. He stops too, abruptly. Then his head snaps back, the back of his skull flat against the backs of his shoulders. His eyes are dark orbs and his jaw is slack. I shake my head, avert my eyes, and keep walking. I ignore the erratic thump of my heart.
By Tiffany Fairfield2 years ago in Horror
Anxiety Is My Friend
My life, up to this point, had been a perpetual cycle of shit. I was used to the world throwing me curve balls and constantly knocking me down. I expected it. As my mom always told me, “Expect the worst, hope for the best.” I was 18 by now, a solid 6 months into only my second job ever.
By Tiffany Fairfield2 years ago in Chapters
