I was barely two years old when I first started speaking up. My mother believed me; the system said I was too young. Not articulate enough. I could be confused. There wasn’t enough precedent to investigate. Two years later, I was four years old and finally considered “articulate enough.” I was interviewed a lot. I … Continue reading I was four years old when I learned what “justice” means for victims in this world
writing
On exploring the big, hard things: it’s time to tell my story
I know that I am far from alone. As isolated as I've felt over the years, my story is unfortunately not unique. Childhood sexual abuse is rampant. Like many fellow survivors, I've struggled with even talking about mine because I know that it pales in comparison to the horrors others have gone through. But that kind of diminishing is a symptom of the self-loathing I developed as a coping mechanism to deal with what happened to me. I survived something horrific; and not only did I survive, I have thrived.
Prompt: Future technology
"Imagine a world where gates can be opened to a world of advanced technology, but only for a few seconds at a time. What people or technology has come through, and how has that changed how your character interacts in their world?" You never can tell what might come hurtling out of the shimmer at … Continue reading Prompt: Future technology
Bathtub poetry
If your thoughts should turn to death, gotta stomp 'em out like a cigarette - Bright Eyes --- I lay in the tub, warm and cold all at once, holding wine in my mouth like some kind of offering, unswallowed. This is his body, this is his blood, and who decided I had to drink … Continue reading Bathtub poetry
The Castle Saves the Princess in This One
So, exactly a week ago, I was on a boat -- excuse me, a ship -- in the middle of the Atlantic Ocean. I had an awful lot of fun on this cruise, known as JoCo Cruise, despite the exceptionally weird timing for travel. One of the most exciting things I did is something I … Continue reading The Castle Saves the Princess in This One
NaNoFailMo?
As is evidenced by my disappearance after that week 2 update, I didn't get terribly far in NaNoWriMo 2017. I'm not viewing it as a fail, though, because the work I did was substantially more than years past. I learned a lot about myself as a writer, my process, and what works for me (as … Continue reading NaNoFailMo?
We tried to keep them out. We tried to bar the door. We are so, so sorry. [Part Two]
This is a repost of my original publication of this story to r/nosleep. This work is copywrited to me and may not be reproduced without my permission and credit to J. Pfeiffer and a link to my blog. So sorry it’s taken me so long to get back here again. Things have been crazy, and I’m sure … Continue reading We tried to keep them out. We tried to bar the door. We are so, so sorry. [Part Two]
We tried to keep them out. We tried to bar the door. We are so, so sorry. [Part One]
This is a repost of my original publication of this story to r/nosleep. This work is copywrited to me and may not be reproduced without my permission and credit to J. Pfeiffer and a link to my blog. Close your eyes and think about all the doors you pass through each day. Hundreds of doors, thousands in … Continue reading We tried to keep them out. We tried to bar the door. We are so, so sorry. [Part One]
