Bride of Sound

Joined January 2021

48 stories

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I explore themes of altered perception, distortion of the body, and dysfunctional romance. Sometimes chaotic, attempting to control.

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Evan: 47 Dreams Down
Left my painting studio to find you waiting outside, holding your beloved trumpet. Triumphant red hair, handsome schoolboy.
By Bride of Sounda day ago in Fiction
Romeo
Three weeks since I buried you Still plagued by the desire To dig you up Underneath the oak tree Where the ground had thawed
By Bride of Sounda day ago in Poets
Grace. Top Story - April 2026.
“Caroline, Zach! Dinner’s ready!” my mother called up the stairs. I marched down and took my place at the table. “Wash your hands, dear,” my mother said.
By Bride of Sound3 days ago in Fiction
Drunk
the vodka bottle stays hidden next to the dish detergent • during commercials I shuffle into the kitchen and take a drink
By Bride of Sound11 days ago in Poets
Dad Jokes
“Hello, hello, is this thing on? For all of you who don’t know me, I’m Steve, the Father of the Bride. Just kidding—Dave’s the name.
By Bride of Sound18 days ago in Fiction
The Forest Wants Me Back. Honorable Mention in Something Is Beginning, I Think Challenge.
Milkweed sticks to my shins. A thorn pierces my ankle. Blood drips. Turning to wax in the hot sun. Cockleburs cling to my cotton socks.
By Bride of Sound19 days ago in Fiction
Right Instead of Left. Content Warning.
Vera usually kept quiet, but tonight Marigold’s elaborate fantasy of metamorphism into a mosquito made her erupt with laughter. Marigold had been interned on Serapis for stealing and consuming nearly a gallon of O-positive from a blood bank on Earth.
By Bride of Sound19 days ago in Fiction
The Bathroom. Content Warning.
I found you upstairs— Defeated in the bathroom, Blown out and bloodied, As if I stumbled upon Some mass shooting. On the heels of a death march
By Bride of Sound21 days ago in Poets
Fixed
I take my wig off when I'm around the bear But I'll fix it later on And the only things I suck in are my cheeks I'll have them made that way, someday
By Bride of Sound21 days ago in Poets
The Sacrifice is Yours. Honorable Mention in What the Myth Gets Wrong Challenge.
I am on the edge. My mother told me, as her mother and grandmother before her—if you stand at the shore and offer a sacrifice—the Lady of the Lake will answer.
By Bride of Sound22 days ago in Fiction
Untitled Haiku
opening the flesh suppressed by a tourniquet his eyes rolling back
By Bride of Sound24 days ago in Poets
Untitled Haiku
tidal waves recede obsidian sands reclaim the jagged shoreline
By Bride of Sound24 days ago in Poets