Who does she think she is?

CheneyFiction, On Writing, Writing Challenges11 Comments

Who does she think she is? I ask myself this over and over as I’m sitting at my vanity, applying thick coats of concealer and constructing my mask. Yesterday I cut my hair short – boy short. Today I do the hard work of hiding myself, turning my pretty girl face into just another anonymous guy. Who does she think … Read More

The Gull

CheneyFiction, Writing Challenges10 Comments

For weeks I’ve been eating nothing but berries I find along the edge of the forest, their reds and purples calling out to me, teasing me with their possible poisoned fruit. Mostly, it’s raspberries. The bushes overflowing with ripe berries and I pick my way through them until I can carry no more in the basket I make of my … Read More

There Was A Time

CheneyUncategorized, Writing Challenges9 Comments

There was a time when I knew your face your voice, your hands, your scent, your smile – I knew you, effortlessly. There was total instant recall, none of this having to pluck memories from the abyss and hope they’re not tainted by time. I could write your memoirs and sing your gospels, I could trace your ghost with shut … Read More

Day 37 – Static

CheneyWriting Challenges22 Comments

A hush descended over the room. Wesley held the crank radio in one hand and held a finger up in the other, his silent order that everyone stop moving, keep still and quiet. It was the first time anyone had heard static on the radio in over three years. “Was that just static?” Eli asked, and Clare’s hand whipped out … Read More

Bang Bang Bangladesh

CheneyThe Hannah Sketches, Writing Challenges30 Comments

Who could that be at this hour? Evan thought to himself. He was upstairs in Hannah’s office. He felt miles away from whoever was outside his door, light years away. His hand remained hovering in the air, the plastic edges of the red thumbtack pressing into his skin, his grip on the tack so strong he wouldn’t have been surprised if … Read More