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

» Posted By Abby Jelly On 12.08.2018 @ 5:28 am


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.

» Posted By Abby Jelly On 11.21.2018 @ 5:33 am


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.

» Posted By Abby Jelly On 10.21.2018 @ 8:37 am


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.

» Posted By Abby Jelly On 10.17.2018 @ 4:45 am


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 lines. I didn’t end up getting one, which is probably for the best. It would be tarnished as fuck by now.

» Posted By Abby Jelly On 10.12.2018 @ 8:44 am


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.

» Posted By Abby Jelly On 10.11.2018 @ 5:45 am


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.

» Posted By Abby Jelly On 08.21.2018 @ 6:54 am

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.

» Posted By Abby Jelly On 08.20.2018 @ 7:16 am


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 on my writing I’m weirdly okay with. I think it’s because myself and the editor have all the same goals — to make my writing as good as possible.

» Posted By Abby Jelly On 08.17.2018 @ 5:57 am


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*.

» Posted By Abby Jelly On 08.16.2018 @ 5:57 am


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.

» Posted By Abby Jelly On 08.13.2018 @ 6:35 am


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.

» Posted By Abby Jelly On 08.08.2018 @ 6:32 am


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.

» Posted By Abby Jelly On 08.04.2018 @ 9:17 am


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.

» Posted By Abby Jelly On 08.02.2018 @ 6:48 am


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.

» Posted By Abby Jelly On 07.16.2018 @ 10:17 am


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.

» Posted By Abby Jelly On 07.05.2018 @ 3:06 am


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 even want to know what. I’m quitting tomorrow.

» Posted By Abby Jelly On 06.29.2018 @ 3:10 am


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.

» Posted By Abby Jelly On 06.26.2018 @ 5:28 am


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.

» Posted By Abby Jelly On 06.07.2018 @ 4:33 am


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 skull? Not me, that’s for sure.

» Posted By Abby Jelly On 05.27.2018 @ 3:37 am


Reaching for nothing, I suppose. I’ve stopped. Not given up, just realised what I’ve been reaching for all along isn’t 1. Worth it and 2. What I actually want.

Everything’s fine. Really.

» Posted By Abby Jelly On 02.17.2018 @ 8:46 am


I’ve stalked deer. You would think the technique would be the same. Track their footprints, their scent, the subtle hints of a brush against a tree or a lea. But it’s so much different.

» Posted By Abby Jelly On 02.12.2018 @ 12:29 pm


I know nothing about physics and am I not qualified by any means to write about it. I s’pose I could write about how little I know about it. But that would take me to about the end of this sentence.

» Posted By Abby Jelly On 02.07.2018 @ 11:09 pm


I’d like to wash up on a shore. Someplace overrun with tourists. They’d see me in the sand, pale and shiny and covered in seaweed and think I’m asleep. Or an exotic fish.

» Posted By Abby Jelly On 05.11.2017 @ 7:56 pm

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