Author Archives: Janey L.
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Warning: molestation. She stands, unable to be truly happy for him. He’s standing on stage, their parents in the row with her as she folds her arms. Her mother notices her reaction, and nudges her. “You should be happy for your brother. His award is a wonderful thing, and you’re being a poor sister.”
How rare and beautiful it truly is, that we exist – Sleeping at Last, “Saturn” I lie there, staring at my screen. I’ve applied for the jobs that I feel I might be able to do. Now, it’s a waiting game. And a hope-and-pray game. I turn on my back, unemployed, lacking purpose, staring at the […]
It’s in his laugh. It’s in the quiet way that he chuckles that begs me not to ask. Ironically, he feels that doing so draws less attention to himself. I don’t want to burden you, he’s said. Despite my explanations that doing so only burdens me more, he only gives a wry smile, and chuckles. Ah. It was never about […]
Warning(s): Abortion, divorce. Author’s Note: I wrote this for a creative writing module back when I was in school, and it’s one of the stories I’m a little happier with. A telling of how people meet, and build a relationship with each other, before it essentially, dissolves.
[opaque] When I open my eyes, it’s a white room. White all throughout, blank, nothing beneath my feet despite the reality that I’m standing. I fall to my knees, shaky. I watch as my reality comes into view, a glass box. Or what used to be glass. The corners have gone grey, glass fading to slate, […]
When it comes to travel, I’m on the fence. From my perspective, travel’s always done more out of obligation than anything else. Travel was always done with the family: we’d go through the motions of touring a country, seeing new things, things like that. Till today though, I can’t say that there has been an […]