Were-Teen Dreams
What if...?
JAKE
Goldfish
Living is like a turtle shell growing around a plastic bag
spring
in an ancestral language i never learnt
Draft 1/Draft 5
I write creative nonfiction, and that means that I lay in your arms and think about how I would describe it, our bodies next to each other in the dark while it storms outside, how I ask you to leave the fan off so we can hear it.
Doctor Storm
I am here because I can’t sleep when it’s dark, / maybe in an hour I will be tired.
Exposition
I survived a knife between my ribs, / strings cutting into sponge-berry flesh, / blooming rose wound around my wrists.
How to Clean Filters: An instruction manual
You heard it’s best to step away from it for a while. You decide to let the story rest for a few days/weeks/months. It sounds like you deserve a break, anyway; you watch as your computer switches off.