• Abby Jelly commented on the post, builders 3 months, 2 weeks ago

    They bring mountains up from the ground. They create landscapes like the world has never seen.

  • Abby Jelly commented on the post, hailstorm 4 months ago

    It felt like I hailstorm but the brightly colored pellets hitting the ground and my face were definitely not hail. As I continued to be assaulted by the sky’s diarrhea, I knelt and picked one up. Licked it.

    Jelly beans.

    They’re jelly beans.

  • Abby Jelly commented on the post, bell 5 months ago

    The goddamn bell tolls right outside my window. For whomever it’s tolling, I hope they get their ass up and out or hit the snooze button.

  • Abby Jelly commented on the post, offer 5 months, 1 week ago

    I hadn’t accepted his offer. I knew it came with strings he wasn’t going to tell me about until the end. I normally don’t mind his strings, but something about the glint in his eye, the tilt of his head, and the blood on his suit told me I might not like these strings. And I don’t like to take those kind of chances.

  • Abby Jelly commented on the post, purity 5 months, 1 week ago

    In high school I asked my mom for a purity ring. It was something a lot of my friends were getting — I hung with the super cool “Youth Group” crowd, and I wanted to act like the lot of them. I may have just wanted the jewelry and I knew my mom would get it for me. She said, “Oh, yes, absolutely, I will find the money,” or something along those…[Read more]

  • Abby Jelly commented on the post, chalkboard 5 months, 1 week ago

    I don’t hate the sound like everyone else. Nails on a chalkboard’ is always said to be the worst sound imaginable — like a horrific screeching that shatters your mind. I find it rather pleasant.

  • Abby Jelly commented on the post, rumble 7 months ago

    I feel a rumble in my chest, but this time I know it’s coming from the frustration that this is the same word as yesterday. “Yar-har-har,” is what’s in my heart about it. I don’t know where that came from but there it is. Yar-har-fuckidy-fucking-har.

  • Abby Jelly commented on the post, rumble 7 months ago

    I feel a rumbling in my chest. I know, I know, that’s not where a bodily rumble is supposed to come from and should probably “consult my physician” or whatever. The point is: I have a rumble in my chest and it makes me want to do unruly things. To that man. And not good unruly, either.

  • Abby Jelly commented on the post, edits 7 months, 1 week ago

    I think a lot of people fear edits. I do to a degree. But I also love receiving them, because they’re aimed at making me and my writing better. I always learn from them. Even though I like to think of myself as someone who takes criticism well, and learns from all her experiences…I’m really not. I’m just good at internalizing things. But edits…[Read more]

  • Abby Jelly commented on the post, crafty 7 months, 1 week ago

    I’ve never been as crafty as my mother. At least not in terms of arts and crafts. But I like to think I’m crafty in other ways. More subtle ways. It’d be fun to knit or scrapbook or make papermache…whatevers. But I think my brand of crafty is more useful, and I’m glad that if I could only be one type, I’m the type of crafty that I am. *Evil laugh*.

  • Abby Jelly commented on the post, panel 7 months, 1 week ago

    The panel had nothing to say. We’d been there for over an hour and the most intriguing thing said by any of them was uttered by Professor Hodgkins when he said he’d once wet his pants when he was so nervous for his first day of teaching, 40-some years ago. In my opinion they’d diverted pretty far from the original topic of Global Warming in South America.

  • Abby Jelly commented on the post, dash 7 months, 2 weeks ago

    My hand dashed across the page but I didn’t recognize the words that were coming out the other end. My brain wasn’t processing what my hand was saying. Some religions believe in “speaking in tongues,” where the soul just takes over speech…well right now I can only say it feels like my demon has taken over my hand.

  • Abby Jelly commented on the post, railroad 7 months, 3 weeks ago

    I found the railroad, but the trains were long gone. Probably melted down to create these towers. Who knows, really, though. They’re done, along with the cars and the planes and that’s where our trouble really comes into play.

  • Abby Jelly commented on the post, scattered 7 months, 3 weeks ago

    Pages are scattered on the floor, along with all his ridiculous desk top instruments. Like the thing with the wheel that he never understood how to work, and the long pointer that he would sometimes use to demonstrate a point on the chalkboard and then slap down on his desk when he was done. They’re all bloodied now, but could probably still work.

  • Abby Jelly commented on the post, vehicle 8 months, 1 week ago

    I haven’t owned a vehicle in almost three years and it’s weirdly liberating. When I was younger, having a car meant having the freedom to travel anywhere, whenever I wanted. But now, without a car, I am free from all the stress and expenses that comes with those giant, unsafe, metal monstrosities.

  • Abby Jelly commented on the post, liar 8 months, 3 weeks ago

    No one would call themselves a liar. We can always justify our own lies. But when it comes to other — even those we love…especially those we love — “liar” is a vicious attack we launch against them. Because they’ve hurt us to our core, betrayed our trust.

  • Abby Jelly commented on the post, messenger 8 months, 3 weeks ago

    It wasn’t a job I chose. I didn’t even apply for it. Someone approached me the other day, asked if I could get across town in less than 45 minutes (I guess my reputation had preceeded me). I bragged a bit and said ‘hell yes.’ Now, here I am. Gun to my head, nerfherder rummaging through my bag, my feet standing in a sickly sticky pile of I don’t…[Read more]

  • Abby Jelly commented on the post, sanity 9 months ago

    People say “my sanity is slipping away.” But I think that makes it sound too calm. Too smooth and organised. “Slipping” is not what it feels like. It feels like my sanity is a boulder that is crashing, cracking, and bludgeoning all the way down a raveen.

  • She wasn’t a firefighter for any noble reason. Not for most people, at least. She signed up because she loved the heat. She loved feeling the fire lap against her arms, legs, and face. She loved squelching it with her own two hands. She loved being in charge of something so vicious.

  • Abby Jelly commented on the post, copper 10 months ago

    The copper pot cracked on his head. I didn’t even know that was possible. i thought it’d be tougher than that. But it cracked and his head cracked and I’m satisfied nonetheless. I’ll try to patch it myself, later, before they start looking for the weapon. But who would think that a crack in a simple copper pot would be from splitting a man’s…[Read more]