Bride of Sound

Joined January 2021

42 stories

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I explore themes of altered perception, distortion of the body, and dysfunctional romance. Sometimes chaotic, always controlled.

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Untitled Haiku
my ring is missing. in the shower, I feel it— a limbless phantom.
By Bride of Sound19 days ago in Poets
Untitled Haiku
woodpecker knocking hollow limb receives the blows silent, save his echo
By Bride of Sound20 days ago in Poets
The Geminids
light pierces the sky our fingertips trace its path every breath held
By Bride of Sound21 days ago in Poets
Untitled Haiku
dusk—a curtain call the crowd erupts, then silence fireworks in my hair
By Bride of Sound22 days ago in Poets
Untitled Haiku
I call then hang up unsend five texts in a row break my phone in half
By Bride of Sound23 days ago in Poets
Band Practice
before we begin Frank turns on his recorder Fred stifles a laugh
By Bride of Sound23 days ago in Poets
Untitled Haiku
morphine plunge, the bends cause a queasy avalanche the nurse clicks her tongue
By Bride of Sound23 days ago in Poets
The F Word. Honorable Mention in The Unnecessary Line Challenge. Content Warning.
Faithful friends! Familiar faces! Fugitives far-flung, fleeing futile fights. Flightless foundlings, futureless fetuses, fractured fledgling families.
By Bride of Sound24 days ago in Poets
The Valentine’s Feast. Runner-Up in Rituals of Affection Challenge.
Corinne arrived at 8 p.m. sharp with her wicker picnic basket. She spread her patchwork quilt across the frozen ground, sat down cross-legged, and began to unload the contents of the basket onto the quilt between them.
By Bride of Soundabout a month ago in Fiction
Pill Rainbow
On Monday, Eat Red to kill tiny people in your head take double for good measure, then go back to sleep the little voices will protest,
By Bride of Soundabout a month ago in Poets
Wake Up. Winner in Craft Over Catharsis Challenge.
Today is December 4th, the year 2006 I am parked on the covered bridge. It’s nighttime, the bridge lights are out. My car lights fail to come on. In the blackness, I can barely see. Only a few feet ahead and behind. Billie Holiday’s voice crackles through the radio.
By Bride of Soundabout a month ago in Fiction
Fall Fest!. Runner-Up in Mismatch Challenge. Content Warning.
“Carrie! You’re 15 minutes late!” exclaimed Patrick, Bridget’s fervently obedient assistant. “What happened? You look like the backside of a couch cushion.”
By Bride of Soundabout a month ago in Fiction