Creative Writing Not Meant for the Weak of Art
Sink your teeth into these feminist pieces of unadulterated fiction.
A Letter To Audrey
With every second that passed, my fists clenched so hard that the blood drained from my knuckles, leaving a white fleshy mess. My throat tightened as I remembered that message left longingly on his IKEA-supported desktop.
Beauty Is In The Eyes Of The Magazine Beholder
There was nothing natural about her, unless you count the recipes for kelp face masks and brown sugar body scrubs tattooed on the page next to her impeccably constructed face.
The Night Started Out Just Like Any Other
For a second, I almost feel disgust with myself, like when you sit down in a public restroom, and even though you took the precaution to put down a seat cover, someone else’s old urine still seeps through and touches your bare bottom. Your clean, holy ass.
Mind The Mess On Mondays 