The Call Angi received the call early, at 5 am, unexpected as most early morning calls are. "Is this…Miss Angi? Mrs. Angela Grant?" At first, panic set in and her first thought was Something's wrong with the kids. "You were at Tompkins Memorial hospital about 30 years ago?" The panic subsided to intense curiosity. "Who… Continue reading Homegoing
Author: Shani Avery-Scott
When they aren't hanging out with their favorite goofball, they spends most of their time writing, wondering if there really is a need to get off the couch, and talking smack to Lego video game characters.
Cornflake Girl
Content Warning: This piece of fiction depicts evidence of self harm and severe depression. The November wind sliced through my jacket as I ran up the steps to your front door. I found you curled on the kitchen floor, emotionally broken and surrounded by the instruments of your destruction. I stepped carefully over them and… Continue reading Cornflake Girl
Seeking Me
As many of you know, I was very sick with Covid last year in March. It lasted for months and caused recurring issues both mental and physical. I'm considered a Covid long-hauler. I developed anxiety, my ADHD and depression was exacerbated, and constant brain fog and fatigue set in. In October of last year, I… Continue reading Seeking Me
Radio Silence
"Shhhh..." Karl readjusts the duct tape on the man's mouth then nods in satisfaction. "This will all be over soon. We just have to wait." He didn't want to get too comfortable so he passed up the recliner and sat down on the dining room chair. The man, Brandon, head writer of Star Watch, had… Continue reading Radio Silence
This Isn’t Just About Cereal
Let me tell you about the tragic underlying thought behind a potentially comedic event. So, I've been home by myself for a week. Side note: I'm so out of practice living alone! Anyhoo, it's like 11:30 or midnight or something and I have an intense desire for cereal. Cinnamon Life cereal, to be precise. With almond milk cuz I'm bougie. With all this freedom I have, leaving at midnight for cereal was a fucking THRILL! I put on my Sorta bra (it sorta supports me, ya know, just enough) and head out in my t-shirt and gym shorts. Now, if you know me, you know I love pockets. I can't… Continue reading This Isn’t Just About Cereal
Using Puzzle Pieces As A Metaphor for Personal Growth Is So Clichéd
...but I'm going to do it anyway. Life is like a giant puzzle with like, 4,163 pieces (I did the math with a calculator and everything!). Growing up, we have no idea what that puzzle is going to look like. We need to keep adding pieces. How do we add pieces, you ask? Great question!… Continue reading Using Puzzle Pieces As A Metaphor for Personal Growth Is So Clichéd
Odd Rain
Such a strange rain today. Hesitant yet eager Like it had mistaken Falling for flying. It rapped on my windows; Urgent, full, seeking. As if desperately Trying to escape itself. Such a strange rain; Restricted by geography And the very cloud That required its release. Unsure of its strength Yet intent on flying, the rain… Continue reading Odd Rain
Empty
I dreamt I held your hand And a surge of warmth Settled in my bones. It felt like hearth and heart. I took pleasure in it. Safe In your presence. I squeezed your hand To gently express I am for you...with you. Only to awaken with a jolt, holding empty air in my clenched fist.
I Believe In Santa Claus
Every time around Christmas, the same conundrum seems to come up among my friends and family with young ones: How to keep the belief in Santa Claus alive. When kids are really little, it's easy. There are so many things beyond their comprehension that even the microwave seems like magic. Hell, I remember throwing my… Continue reading I Believe In Santa Claus
Empathy vs. Sympathy
These days, everyone has troubling times. Our world has progressed to create immediate demand, instant gratification, and the necessity for near perfection. Regardless of who you are, what you do, or where you live, at some point you are going to be in a position where you are down or someone close to you is… Continue reading Empathy vs. Sympathy
Shut Up, Shani! 