l.j. swann
Bio
PA based aspiring author
i’m probably crying over an empty page
Twitter - @eeljeel
Stories (19/0)
Sabbatical
If you had asked Amanda Herchel two weeks ago where she pictured herself in two weeks time, she'd probably say something normal like, "Tanned and talking my way out of an airport parking ticket," or, "Nursing a hangover from the vacation bender I'm starting tomorrow." She absolutely would not say, "Ya'know, probably sitting in an interrogation room handcuffed to a table defending some guy I barely know." But here she is. Here she is with stale sunscreen coating her shoulders and dried sand caked between her toes. Here she is using some agent's suit jacket as a pillow. Here she is sitting in an interrogation room defending some guy she barely knows.
By l.j. swannabout a year ago in Fiction
The Little Things In Life
Life is full of surprises. Surprise tests. Surprise parties. Surprise babies. It's a universally accepted fact at this point. Life can and will surprise you when you least expect it. Case in point: the large capital letters spelling out RESET YOUR PASSWORD that are floating in front of me. Yes, a real, live error message. In front of me. In real life. Surprise!
By l.j. swannabout a year ago in Fiction
Boxed In
Routine, monotony, predictability--it makes the heart happy. Wake up. Stretch. Breakfast. Brush your teeth. Shower. Get dressed. Make-up, hair. Ready for the day. Read in the sun room. Read in the kitchen. Lunch with Arnie. Read in the sun room. Dinner. TV. Brush your teeth. Bed.
By l.j. swannabout a year ago in Fiction
Bower vs Stateview
Marky Bower would like you to know that he wasn't aware of the extracurriculars associated with Night Crew when he took the position. He thought it'd be walking the halls and exhibits, making sure tanks were in tact and all animals were accounted for. He used to love coming to Stateview Aquarium with his classmates and walking the exhibits and sticking his hand into chilled water tanks with little to no thought. And, really, he thought it'd be a whole lot of watching overhead lights reflect off water. He thought the worst that would happen was some teens breaking in after hours, sneaking around him Breakfast Club style, and begging him not to call their parents as he walked them out the front door.
By l.j. swannabout a year ago in Fiction
the climb
i will conquer this. one way or another i will come out on top.
By l.j. swannabout a year ago in Poets
Tough Love
tectonic, baby. build me up to break me down. avalanche lover.
By l.j. swannabout a year ago in Poets
Child's Play
Waking is a slow affair, velvet smooth and ice cold. Waking is abandonment. Coming home. Being free. Waking is a child taking their first steps for all to see, the secret hours of practice locked behind doors, not to be talked about. Waking is remembering. Becoming one.
By l.j. swannabout a year ago in Fiction