Hi there. My name is Audrey, and this is where I post my original short fiction (and the occasional poem). My writing is often weird, sometimes magical, and usually at least a little bit gay. I hope you like it!
The noise of it fizzing in your head Always too loud Too much To be drowned out by anything And your neck is cold now and there is sweat there on your skin And outside it is very dark And in the room nothing moves except for you And nothing makes a sound Not outwardly … More Low — a poem
Is it strange that it should feel like waking to find that the face in the mirror has remembered how to smile? If sleep is a kind of death than I have lived in Hades. I have been entombed in treacherous flesh and felt the weight of sand above me and the weight of nothing … More Waking — a poem
Sara woke on the eve of her father’s funeral tangled in a mess of sweaty sheets. The room was dark still, a faint, gray glow from behind her blinds the only sign that morning was near. She flung the sheets off and brushed the lank hair from her face, fumbled about for her phone. 6:15. … More 21
How do you get there, to the part where they are kissing? Does it start with a word, or a whisper, or the softest touch? Does it matter? All you crave is the aching, the wanting of it, of flesh. A body. Her body, whomever she is. Lust, you might say, or longing. Carnal as … More How You Get There
1: clean. Something is always dirty, always put off or conveniently forgotten. So you wash the dishes, maybe, or vacuum under your bed, or finally get around to cleaning out the spoiled produce from the fridge. 2: paint. You like abstracts. You like them because they are fast and expressive, and you can paint … More What to do With the Energy It Gives You (and How to Keep Going Once Exhaustion Sets in)
The figures sit around the radio and the radio sits on a low flat rock in the middle of the starlit desert. A dim glow like the embers of a campfire seeps out from the radio and paints the figures in blue shadow. They are shapes at the edge of the light, maybe people, maybe … More The Sound of the Praying