Quinn, Author at Kittysneezes

Drabbles: Writing

On May 29, 2015 by Quinn

Typewriter Coffee, strong coffee. Sending vibrations, shockwaves, directly to her brain, which in turn set her fingers flying across the keys of her maroon Smith-Corona, each push resulting in clattering contact with the page, ink as black as the coffee against virginal…

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Drabbles: Photographs/Mannequin/Polka Dot/Recurring Dream

On May 22, 2015 by Quinn

Photographs It was the most heartbreaking thing I could imagine: an entire mysterious lifetime being abandoned and then forgotten. I considered my purchase of the ancient suitcase stuffed with faded photographs to be something of a rescue mission. I wouldn’t know the…

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Drabbles: Plants

On May 15, 2015 by Quinn

Dandelion Charlotte’s baby spiders. A whirlwind of sand. The field was blanketed with them this spring, so many waiting wishes. She closed her eyes, concentrated fully, sucked in a deep breath and blew, scattering endless spores from the dandelion’s fuzzy crown. She…

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It’s The Way You Swing Your Head

On May 8, 2015 by Quinn

It had seemed strange at first, of course. But now that the ratio of cephalophores to those with their heads still attached was roughly even, he scarcely noticed it anymore. They were just more bored New Yorkers, standing in line impatiently at…

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Drabbles: Celestial Bodies

On May 1, 2015 by Quinn

Sun It was startlingly red, the red of blood dripping down a gashed leg, as it sank lower, the horizon pulling it towards its unavoidable nightly demise. It scattered that same red and golden yellow and orange in the sky around it,…

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The Man On The Wire

On April 24, 2015 by Quinn

Just another show, always the same. Different towns, different slack-jawed rubes crunching peanuts and candy apples and watching you from the seats, but always the same routine. The scenery was different but the night itself never was. He could jump a month…

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Drabbles: Pain

On April 17, 2015 by Quinn

A Handful of Daisies She tossed her bouquet of daisies into the water, watching the ripples radiating from it as it drifted away. She had already tossed another handful onto his casket, but she thought it was only right to only bring…

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Drabbles: Water

On April 10, 2015 by Quinn

Bar in the River In her dream, she was in Cajun country. There was a river where crawfish were being pulled up, and there was a bar at the bottom. She dove down, holding her breath, seeing all the strange personalities in…

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Each Unconscious Thing You Do

On April 3, 2015 by Quinn

He had come to visit his friend’s farm in the Finger Lakes of upstate New York just for a change of scenery, really. The hectic pace of New York City was starting to bear down on him too overwhelmingly, to the point…

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Drabbles: Food

On March 27, 2015 by Quinn

Cabana He held his squirming four-year-old, who was terrified of needles. “Remember, afterwards we get to go to Taco Cabana!” he told her soothingly. “I want to go to Taco Cabana now! Anyway, why do I even have to get a TV…

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