Latest Fiction Post
- Perfect Home Part One Photo by Lisa Fotios from Pexels The elegant brunette woman clutched a business card in her perfectly manicured hands. It read: “A fully furnished home is the only path to a truly happy life.”–Destiny Andrews, Decorator for Perfect Homes, the family-friendly furniture company. The pearly pink surface of the card shimmered as I took it. “Thanks.” I had just started my job as an executive assistant in the big city and my own cards hadn’t arrived yet. I wouldn’t have brought them to my company’s Christmas party anyway. The woman, someone’s date no doubt, gestured for the bar tender to pour me another. “You just moved you said? I can give you a discount for your whole apartment.” “It’s a studio.” I’d spent the last month in a $3000 a month studio with barely room for a bed and kitchen table. What could she possible do to fix it? “Well, I love working with quaint spaces. I’ll give you a free quote if you’d like.” Her hand brushed against mine as we both reached for our drinks. I pulled my hand back, adjusting my dark green shawl. Compared to everyone else, my simple, black dress was shabby. It looked too business-y and stuffy. Destiny smiled at me over her vodka cranberry. The drink matched her lipstick and her slender cocktail dress. It was bold, a little short and a little low cut. I grabbed the drink she ordered for me. “Thank you, for the drink and the offer. I’m sleeping on a futon. It’s…I haven’t had much ...
Latest Poetry Post
- Handmade Art The wick burns low in the candle, swimming in purple wax. Lavender permeates her office. She bends lower over her notebook. Most people don’t have the patience to write long hand like this. Even typing is archaic. Why type when you can use technology to make the words flow directly from your brain to virtual paper? It even works for pictures. Anyone can be an artist now. In the dim light, she finishes the next chapter of her story. Anyone can publish now. There is no industry, only individuals. Yet, she doesn’t publish anymore. As she lets the candle blow itself out, she glances at the picture framed beside her desk. It’s old paper, yellowing slightly, and the sketch is in pencil, light strokes. It’s of her sitting on her bed when she was young. Her hair falls to her shoulders in squiggly waves, and her eyes are anime style. Anime is still popular. But this picture isn’t like the other anime. This picture is imperfect. The pillows and blankets are faded, but the bed frame is oddly dark. The lines are messy and uncertain. And you can still see some of the eraser marks. Still, she’s had it framed for awhile now. The frame covers most of the artist’s signature. A common first name and a dated last name. This woman doesn’t exist now. She put her pencil down, walked away, and the writer wishes she could do the same.
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WedbushWrite is the official website of Sydney Wedbush the fantasy and speculative fiction author. Here you will find her fiction and poetry posts as well as updates on her writing projects and articles from her study abroad in London. Learn more about her on the About page.