Misery Chick
Hello. I write stuff.
Misery Chick
Hello. I write stuff.
Hello. I write stuff.
Hello. I write stuff.
“Take your shot stranger, you’ll only get one. The man announces, his tone deep and threatening.
He turns and locks eyes with the woman who’s been following him for the past half hour. The moonlight illuminates the ebony shine of her firearm.
“I only need one tough guy.” She replies.
“You don’t know me.” The man warns.
This causes the woman purse her lips, an amused expression replacing her tr...
“You’re quiet tonight.” He mused from across the table.
“There’s not much to say.” She responded as she twirled her fork.
“You could start with ‘I’m sorry’”
“I’m sorry?” She scoffed.
“You completely blew this out of proportion. This was supposed to be a lover’s retreat.”
“You know what? You’re right, I am sorry.” She said.
“See? Now we can-“
“Sorry for planning this getaway,” She began,
“S...
He stole the left sock
To all my best pairs
He unmade my bed
And stomped on the stairs
He swam in my laundry
Like a pile of leaves
He wears all my dress shirts
And wrinkles the sleeves
He helps me with math
And gives all the wrong answers
He took back in the trash
And let out the hamster
He blasts trashy music
And won’t shut the door
He steals all my homework
And untidied my drawer...
My girlfriend died last week and now I have a dog. It’s not my dog, and I think it knows that because it won’t listen when I tell it to sit or leave me alone. I think the dog is sad too, which makes me feel only a little worse.
I watch it sit by my new front door, it’s ears tucked behind it’s chocolatey fur as it cries, muffled wails that escape from the hall and often reach my room. I know who ...
No wheels on the bottom
No stickers on the sides
No glitter on the laces
No glow-in-the-dark slides
A ratty pair of white tennis shoes
That are slowly turning cream
The ugliest shoes in the classroom
And the coolest pair I’d ever seen
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No dirt on the bottom
No chafes on the sides
No rubbed off leather toes
And no buckle without shine
A perfect lair of Mary Janes
That fly off her per...
The world didn't orbit around me
And so I orbited the world
Watching people make mistakes
And leaving before I became one of them
You spent most days ignoring
People, places, and words
I was lucky enough to adore you
And slip past your barricade of hurt
And then we hid together
Two fools scared of living
Living our lives as fools
But ready or not
We had to grow up
Just like all fo...
In a dim-lit poolhouse in a suburban neighborhood, a flock of household pets assemble for their weekly conference.
On a straw stool a grey tabby cat cleans its paw, interrupting the discussion to complain, per usual.
“Vivian got mad because I brought her a dead rat, again, like it’s my fault she’s too chicken to check the attic for intruders.”
A little mouse gulps from his spot on the fence, sn...