A Writer's Journey to Her True Self
I did not win but that's okay because entering any kind of writing contest is something I always hesitated to do. To have my work read and judged used to give me chills (and not the good kind). However, I'm older and in a better place with criticism so I said "Screw it, let's do... Continue Reading →
There's a monster that lives above me. I know what you're thinking. "There are no such things as monsters!" Well, that's why I invited you over here. You'll believe me; you just have to stay with me tonight. I know my place is messy and a bit cramped, but I wanted you to see that... Continue Reading →
(Content warning: this story contains descriptive body horror.) “Stop poking at it,” she said. “Do you want it to pop?” “Maybe it needs to,” I replied. She huffed. “Not in my car, please.” She rolled down her window for her cigarette smoke. I wrinkled my nose and let go of the hem of my tee.... Continue Reading →
Mysti Gayle 