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A "WRIGHT"ER'S LIFE

My name is Wright... Holly Wright. Welcome to my life.

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Chapter 1

January She plays for an empty room. Her fingers slide up and down the neck effortlessly, dance from string to string with the intimate...

For the Great Blue Heron

I’ve heard it said the great blue heron is a sign of good luck As if she didn’t earn every moment of stillness through a lifetime of...

TOSKA

noun; Russian; roughly translates to “sadness” "No single word in English renders all the shades of toska. At its deepest and most...

Tempus

Dear Reader: I don’t know why I’m writing this. I don’t want to share my pain—isn’t there already enough of it to wrap around the world a...

September 2022

I wrote three lines last night when I woke up choking on my terror again again again The way I wake up every night, mid scream and have...

The Death of Man

Three people occupied the chamber. A man, tall, with hair the color of honey and startlingly wide eyes, hovered over a girl, readjusting...

Bone Structure

December 26th The neighbor girl in her sweater—creamy white, just a shade or two lighter than her skin— sitting on her front porch steps....

The Storyteller's Grave

There’s a map of the life the storyteller lived littered across his grave. Forget-me-nots begged him to return. Half-bloomed and plucked...

Circus of Souls

The stars fell out of the heavens, tumbling from their seats in the velvet black sky. They slipped below the backdrop of glowing tents...

Dancing in Chains

In all her dreams she drowned. Perhaps they had been nightmares, once. The overwhelming pressure in her chest, the blurry vision, the...

Origin//Oblivion, or: Liminal

“Origin” To rise. Everything has risen from stars, dust, hope. That man on the street, crashing to his knees with his bottle and his...

Infinitesimal

I imagine my life in the eyes of a god Fleeting Small Magic I watch infinity unfold in the seas and I see a god’s tears And I stare at...

The Lovers

The woman on her deathbed hovered there for years. Her white blonde hair faded to wisps so fine, they almost weren’t there. Her eyes,...

A Love Story in a Night

They met outside the hotel, in the pouring rain, and embraced. Awkward laughter tumbled from their lips as they greeted each other, and...

The Whale

"If this whale’s song is higher than all the others, can anyone hear him? Is all his singing for naught, his voice drifting slowly into...

In Time

The first time we traveled through time, it was an accident. He was getting rid of old documents. His marriage certificate from his first...

The Nightmare

I’ve always felt half strangled. There’s smoke creeping under the door when I sleep and there are flames licking their way up every exit...

Pyro

A true pyro watches their art. Flames are a masterpiece. Flames are music notes, floating out on smoke and clinging to your clothes,...

The History of Loneliness

Loneliness started with the Gods. She crept behind them like a shadow. Watching them, admiring them…. Loving them. She reveled in their...

First Time

I am fascinated by people and the way they live and breathe so effortlessly. I like to watch them dance— twirling dipping sinking inside...

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