The little that I know about my father’s history as a sailor boils down to this: there are things I will never know, and for that I should be grateful. His words, not mine. He seems to think I’m not capable of fully comprehending the things he’s done. Well, perhaps that’s true, but I would … Continue reading Writing Exercise: Storytime
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Writing Exercise: The Sea of Antiquities
Mediterranian Sea - 1793 (approx.) I often wonder if living humans realize the wealth they have amassed at the bottom of the ocean. None of which was intentional, certainly, or perhaps was made by some kind of madman, but I never cease to be amazed by the items long forgotten (thus dredged up by … Continue reading Writing Exercise: The Sea of Antiquities
Writing Exercise: Bathroom Break
Location Unknown - 1825 (approx.) It would've been so much easier to have been born a boy, but as I watch Curly take a piss over the port side, I am glad I am a woman in every way that counts. If only common courtesy and self-awareness were God-given gifts to every man and … Continue reading Writing Exercise: Bathroom Break
Writing Exercise: A Marriage Meeting
London, England - 1766 (approx.) I tuck a loose curl behind my ear. Mariana, my lady’s maid, will want to pin it to my scalp the moment she sees it, but I like knowing that it’s there; a small piece of me that cannot be restrained. I tug on my kid gloves, hoping the … Continue reading Writing Exercise: A Marriage Meeting
I’m the Unreliable Narrator of My Own Life
Well hello, I hope it's been a swell eight months or whatever kind of crazy amount of time has passed since my last post. I'm not going to spend a ton of time apologizing because I do that every time I realize I have completely abandoned my readers (I really am sorry about it, though) … Continue reading I’m the Unreliable Narrator of My Own Life
Ultimately Useless Stories 