100-word microfiction in response to Masters of Writing Flash Fiction Challenge)
Hello, gentlepeople! My name is Tiara (She/They/Pronoun fluid). I am a social worker, introvert, writer (gulp!), and fellow awkward human being. I started my blog, Muted Mouthful, in 2018 as a hobby to help me untangle some of life's messiness. I have always felt out of place and misunderstood. My mind is loud, but my voice is quiet, and I needed a safe space to unload. Muted Mouthful is an extension of myself. It allows me to communicate my feelings, thoughts, and questions without judgment. As a Black, Latinx, queer and non-binary person, my perspective and lived experiences are "supposed" to stay suppressed. My blog tells my story through personal essays, creative writing, and random shenanigans.
Chase woke up to two missed calls and seven texts. They were all from his ex Logan, their breakup was fresh and she was devastated. “Plz talk to me” “U hurt me” “I love u” “I miss u” “I hate u” “Pick up!” “Check the door.” He scanned […]
It is tiresome to constantly feel the urgency to watch my back. I have yet to find proof that it is safe for me to let my guard down and run into the arms of a world free from harm. My hypervigilance has intersectional roots, I am: Black. […]
My curves and my smile were not made for you you are not entitled to my body, my consent, or my peace of mind. Keep your hands in your pockets, keep your lustful thoughts and your twisted fantasies to yourself. Do not question me, I owe you nothing. […]
A phrase that, theoretically, is supposed to stop us in our tracks. Someone with coerced authority tells us to stop resisting and we are obligated to become compliant. Despite the egregiousness of the offense, we are expected to relinquish opposition and concede. We hear this command from police […]
Sometimes your sexual identity as not very clear at all. Here’s a story about coming to terms with mine. No one needs a label or a big revelation. It’s all about you and your journey. The way you experience your life is more than valid.
I do not like my stretch marks, I never have. The unflattering lines dance across my body, a waltz of imperfection. The mirror is unkind to me, my zig-zags of insecurities exposed. My hips, my waist, my arms alike, are cloaked to avoid any unforeseen gaze. Then I […]
You wanted fame, money, and power. In return, you overlooked family, fun, and love. You never let yourself rest, always moving with such haste. In the end, are you happy? You’re rich, but are you fulfilled? You have bare shelves in a big house, where are your fond […]
This will be more of a ramble post, I apologize in advance. I keep most of my thoughts in my head and the fact that I have been letting them out, little by little, every week kind of freaks me out. This is probably a good thing, but […]
Austin and I do not want children, I have mentioned it here. It is something we have always agreed on. As much as our parents want more grandchildren, and as much as we are well aware we would make great parents, they will have to be learn to […]