No Title # 000_1

The path is paved. The path is unscathed. I could walk on and on. As he shouts at me Moments a blur. Moments a lure. Casting a shadow as a scream back. Just one more hour, I say. You just passed one, he’ll say. Walking through it all. Is more like crawling. With a belly low and elbows raw. I will walk… More No Title # 000_1

My name is Alecia.

Hello! My name is Alecia. And I am reintroducing myself, and my blog. If that makes any logical sense. With the recent of events of getting more work hours, and keeping on top of school – I’ve been a dreadful scheduler. If time was a person walking down the street, I would have bumped into… More My name is Alecia.

The Very Tall Woman

It’s an interesting feat when there is a storyteller involved. The little things that get missed, don’t anymore. From the slight smirk. To the secret grumbles one can make. Gets written down. Told and re-told for anyone who wants to listen. Because knowing this is how our history becomes history.  But we won’t get into… More The Very Tall Woman

Wee bit more

I could say she had tired eyes. The lines that wrapped around them told me so. And the way her gaunt skin tightened when she cried, told me so. But who am I to say so. It is not a wee bit of a screech or a placid mans walk. But it certainly isn’t what… More Wee bit more

Gaunt And Undimmed

It was if his eyes glazed over, like a lake’s surface in the brim of winter. Face and tears frosted with a chill. Letting the feared air lace up and over the stillness. Everything sounded acoustic. Reflecting and repeating like an image in a mirror. Over and over again. Until the only thing left was… More Gaunt And Undimmed

Not today.

He sat on the curb, kicking out his feet every few seconds. It was the most amusement he had all day. That – and remembering his awkwardness during his business meeting this morning. “I can’t believe I did that.” He grumbled, cringing at the thought. “But you did.” said Sam, a fellow co-worker who flopped… More Not today.