I live on the first floor of my apartment building. This usually means that I have to keep the curtains drawn so that no one peeks in and sees that I've ordered Pad Thai for the third night this week. It usually also means that I hear every coming and going of every one of … Continue reading “Sometimes” – A Short Story by Pepper O’Brien
I have this small issue in which I like too many things. Before you assume that this is yet another story of a girl who flits from passion to passion on an almost daily basis without every sticking to anything, allow me to put your mind at ease (and send my own anxiety flying off the rails). I don’t actually give up any of the things I decide I like.
...actually, I wrote it a while ago. A few years, in fact. Then it was published like an honest to goodness real book with a cover and paper pages, and I was so delighted, I think I actually cried. Then the publisher folded. Just my luck, right? So I cried some more, but that's fine. … Continue reading So I wrote this thing…
You're sitting on the other side of the bar when I first see you and it's weird because I'm afraid you'll know right away who I am, which is ridiculous because we're a thousand miles away from my town and I've grown out my beard and maybe you don't listen to my music and maybe … Continue reading “Not Really” by Pepper O’Brien
There really wasn't anything quite as satisfying as beating bread dough into submission. Don't think about it. Don't go there. Keep it together. I chanted silently to myself over and over as I kneaded, the smell of the yeast wafting up to remind me that I was safe, I was home, and I was getting on … Continue reading Grief – a Short Story by Pepper O’Brien