What Lies Herein

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!

Low — a poem

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

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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

What to do With the Energy It Gives You (and How to Keep Going Once Exhaustion Sets in)

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)