I am constantly writing short stories in my head. I am never writing them into journals, pieces of paper, walls of bathrooms, or even onto my computer.
A story about a girl named Hazel who has pretty blue eyes.
A story about a girl with a mentally ill boyfriend who is her father's age who collects castle pictures.
A story about a girl whose father lives in a trailer, one with a sprawling apple tree in its front yard.
A story about a stripper who lives in a hotel with her boyfriend. The boyfriend loves an ugly, fat, pale girl. The stripper is a junky who has lost her son. Though the stripper is borderline illiterate, she is obsessed with a certain wrier, poet maybe. I am not sure who this obsession could be with, Rilke? Prolly not, how trite and cliche does Rilke get to be after awhile? But really, a stripper would prolly be obsessed with a trite poet, right?
A story about a girl whose mother sews all of her clothes, including her Halloween costume which is a Pterodactyl. Her mother sews her father a matching costume. Both parents are junkies and all three people in this family live in a triple decker in Massachusetts. The floors are wide pine with holes that the tend to trip over. The floors are anything but plumb, thus they are perfect for roller skating, which the daughter discovers early on and does often.
A story about a girl who is fifteen who moved into her thirty-five year-old boyfriend's old new englander into a rural poverty situation. She realizes staying safe at home, in her role as the black sheep and un-beloved might have been a better choice in her college town. A better choice from being stuck in the cycle of poverty with a borderline pedophile who she calls PA. They sleep in a half redone attic bedroom and the house is decorated with castle paintings and drawings. There are also wooden castle that resemble doll houses punctuating the house's space, it rooms. Their bed's headboard is rough cut plywood in the shape of a castle's wall.
A story about a poor girl who wins a scholarship to an alternative boarding school and who learns her poor friends from the inbred town where she lived her whole life were smarter, kinder, and better.
A story about a skinny, petite, blond girl who tries to embrace wicca to deal with PTSD only to find this outlet is worse than dealing with night terrors without the wicca. She learns to trust herself, literature, and the institution of education instead. She is not cured, but she comes to bear life without constant, psychic pain.