Bride of Sound
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I explore themes of altered perception, distortion of the body, and dysfunctional romance. Sometimes chaotic, always controlled.
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When the Shelter Closes
Across the street from my house, a man slept under a tree, his dog by his side. My first, naive thought: he must be traveling through. But he kept coming back, often sleeping there during the day. Then it hit me—that person might not have a home.
By Bride of Soundabout an hour ago in Humans
Untitled Haiku
my ring is missing. in the shower, I feel it— a limbless phantom.
By Bride of Soundabout 13 hours ago in Poets
The Valentine’s Feast. Runner-Up in Rituals of Affection Challenge.
Corinne arrived at 8 p.m. sharp with her wicker picnic basket. She spread her patchwork quilt across the frozen ground, sat down cross-legged, and began to unload the contents of the basket onto the quilt between them.
By Bride of Sound18 days ago in Fiction
Wake Up. Winner in Craft Over Catharsis Challenge.
Today is December 4th, the year 2006 I am parked on the covered bridge. It’s nighttime, the bridge lights are out. My car lights fail to come on. In the blackness, I can barely see. Only a few feet ahead and behind. Billie Holiday’s voice crackles through the radio.
By Bride of Sound22 days ago in Fiction
