A Childhood in Seconds
A memory in haiku
And, here is true joy
The sweet taste of summer’s heat
In blue candy floss
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Sydney Alice
An East Coast writer interested in speculative fiction and magical realism.
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How Odd It Was
How odd it was, Emmaline thought, that she should exist as the answer to humanity's greatest question even as she stood in front of its greatest attempt at answering it. Where the limits of humanity had fallen short, its creation would learn, discover, and improve, so it could see what its creators could not reach themselves. The work of civilizations sat unmoving in a prison-supplied chair in a stark, empty cell.
By Sydney Alice3 years ago in Fiction
Day 4 of Quitting
If this is how sobriety feels, maybe it’s better to go through life a little buzzed… this, along with other hits like, I want to kill myself, I wish I was dead, and I’m going to throw myself off a bridge have been the only thoughts on rotation these past few days. I promise myself that if, in a month, I still feel like this (‘this’ meaning despondent, full of rage, and simultaneously numb) I can go back to smoking. Until mid-February though? Nicotine is off the table.
By sleepy drafts6 days ago in Longevity
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