“I don’t recognize you anymore.”
Her words floated across the table, making their way to my ears, clashing with the sound of rain hitting the tall windows of the cafe. We haven’t even said hello, I thought to myself. I sat silently for a moment, stirring my coffee, carefully making sure the spoon didn’t hit the edges of the mug, a brief distraction. Dark gray clouds were parading across the sky, dimming the natural light shining through. Rain could be a good sign; rain is healing. I pictured this scene many times in my head, mentally preparing for the conversation that would inevitably take place. With a deep breath, I looked up to meet her eyes, “Hello, mother.”
I’ve been weird all my life, not fitting in and feeling pressured to do so. I have a new appreciation for weirdness and being a weird Black kid; this is my love note to all the others.
If you leave, I expect the world to crumble around me. But first, I will think it’s a sick joke. One played by the God almighty, Who laughs at the sight of smoke. Then it will hit me that you’re gone, A weight I am not prepared […]
In the seventh installment of Awkward, Anxious, and Average, Jayla is dreading celebrating the New Year.
An anniversary only comes once a year, the love of your life is waiting; the candles, the view, everything MUST be perfect.
A beautiful night ends in murder on the gentle waters of Venice. Based on an original 25-word short story.
In the sixth installment of Awkward, Anxious, and Average, Jayla can’t sleep. Her intrusive alarm clock keeps her up at night.
Have you ever received a late-night text and panicked? In this installment of Awkward, Anxious, and Average, Jayla founds herself fumbling over words as her crush opens up.
In this installment of Awkward, Anxious, and Average, Jayla is overthinking her first date.
A night a whimsy turns end in blood, the only evidence a bullet hole and a lipstick stain. Based on an original 25-word short story.