A Tiny Love Story
He doesn’t do roses and chocolates, but he hands me the remote once the little one is asleep. **** Last month, The New York Times- Modern Love section called… Read more »
Author Archives: mixedbag
Call of the Void
**Content Warning – Contains descriptions of suicide, death and homophobic slurs. I watched you fall off a cliff yesterday. Hands flailing, shock coursing through every fiber of your being. The… Read more »
The Gift
“Red aura. You hold a lot of anger inside you.” Madame Sylvia stared into my eyes. I looked down at my shoes like a scolded child. “You know what? This… Read more »
The Antidote
My fangs were the first to go after the procedure. Then the thirst for blood. I live on without the will to live. I’ve been told to keep up, but… Read more »
First Impressions
Some of you might know and some of you might’ve guessed based on the sappy posts I’ve been writing, that we’ve moved! I’ve been uprooted from the US, which was… Read more »
Phil from Accounting
Here’s what the YeahWrite Editors had to say about this piece – There were several standout micro entries this month, and it made choosing one really tough. Everyone who made… Read more »
Saintly Wisdom
The sage of Kanchenjunga considered the prostrate figure. “Your offerings, O wise one!” The writer shivered. “Vermilion from India, a blue lily from the Nile, and a piano ballad from… Read more »
The Other Woman
“I like the sound of blueberry scones. What about you, hon?” I ask, but Alice continues peering into her Sconehenge menu with furrowed brows, as if she’s memorizing every item on… Read more »
Letters to Mussoorie
I wipe a layer of dust off a large wooden box in the attic. It creaks as I open it. A dim light bulb hanging from the roof illuminates its… Read more »
Potatoes Grow in Dirt
Mrs. Miller tripped on a shoe as soon as she entered her house. She already knew what she would find in the hall as she walked around the minefield of… Read more »