• Her olive skin, piercing dark eyes, and perfectly styled hair seemed to steal all of the oxygen straight out of my lungs. It was as if I had been waiting my entire life for this moment. I couldn’t remember a thing before she walked through the door and I didn’t want to. The voices surrounding me faded to a mild hum in the background, and my…[Read more]

  • wintertime always seems to be the hardest for me. i become as cold as the ice that coats the roads and as distant as the sun that hides and blurs its edges for months on end.

  • If you had asked my sixteen year old self where I’d be in ten years, I wouldn’t have described a place like this in a million years. I probably would have laughed at you if you’d told me the truth. But here I am. I married my best and only friend, and live with the only family I have ever known. We are farmers. We wake at the crack of dawn,…[Read more]

  • Meghan McConnell commented on the post, accomplice 5 years ago

    As I was pulled from the room, I felt like an accomplice to some sort of crime. Everyone we left behind sat silent, shocked beyond words at what he had revealed just moments before. I could picture the hurt on their faces and felt sick at the thought that I might be the cause of it. His hand gripped mine tightly as he pulled me out the door and…[Read more]

  • Meghan McConnell commented on the post, flattened 5 years ago

    He stared at me and I stared back, trying to comprehend the words that hovered in the space between us. I couldn’t bring myself to speak, or even suck in the air I needed to breathe. I felt as if I’d been run over, my chest flattened to my spine, and everything was broken.

  • He became mythic with time. One day he was there, the next he was not. As the weeks dragged on, he became less realistic. I wondered if my imagination had conjured him up, and if everything that my mind recalled was even real at all. I began to forget the feeling of his skin on mine, and I began to panic. I didn’t know that something that had once…[Read more]

  • I am not allowed to think of myself in a negative way anymore. I spent much too long searching out the worst things about myself and punishing my skin for being the way that it was created. I will not allow myself to go back to that place again. I am not allowed to search for the bad when I am so full of beauty and good. I am not allowed to hide…[Read more]

  • I have one year left. That’s it. Nothing after that will be the same, and I am not prepared at all. What if I never get to see my friends again? What if they all go on, and I’m still here, stuck in the trap that has been around our ankles for eighteen years? I can’t bear the thought of staying here, watching everyone who is important to me move on…[Read more]

  • Level ground is hard to come by naturally. The only way to fond it is to create it. But by creating something level, we are going against the natural pattern of things. We are defying the laws of physics that lead all things to a state of disarray. And I think I would much rather live in a state of chaos than an unnatural state of level falseness.