Zulejka here, usurping hooman’s blog.For hoomans who do not know me, I am the embodiment of all things dainty. Behold my delicately curled paw placed gracefully upon the other: I can be a zigzag. Or be put in a bad…
Zulejka here, usurping hooman’s blog.For hoomans who do not know me, I am the embodiment of all things dainty. Behold my delicately curled paw placed gracefully upon the other: I can be a zigzag. Or be put in a bad…
Hoomans, behold the burden and the turmoil of my difficult life: My hooman interrupts my languishment: [No, you do not behold any half-eaten dish of chicken meat (that hooman cooked earlier) camouflaged upon the bedsheets]. Hoomans, pity me. See how…
Years ago, a woman drifted into the workspace where I host writing meetups every Saturday. She was dazed, floaty, and alighted on one of the couches. She couldn’t speak for a while, obviously utterly overwhelmed by something. She made to…
The villains have been released into the world! Imprisoned inside a collection of stories retold from the perspective of mythological or fairytale villains… In this post, I’ll give you a glimpse into the dark hearts of the characters included in…
I am a slave to desires not mine. Powers hold me in thrall and demand I obey. I do not obey. Lol OKAAAAAY. So. What Drama Sonya meant to say with those lines is that the goddess of the anthology…
Did you know I used to write smut? Erm. Well, it’s coming out under a pen name that we will pretend does not exist (for purposes of retaining respect with my mother and the rest of my family…). [Mom, don’t…
He arrived in the middle of the night, banging on their door in the midst of a raging storm. Windy gusts lashed the windows, tree branches scraping the panes. It brought her and her parents barefoot down the creaking stairs,…
So the last time I went to a swing dance event, it ended with my ex lounging like a lord in the corner of a dance hall with ladies lounging all around him like coily pretties. Like seriously. And me…
Anyone wanting a peek into an almost phobic mind fraught with anxiety, here are things my anxiety legit gets afraid of: Anxiety: There’s a speck of vindictive dust on the stove that hates you. Me: Dust isn’t vindictive. Anxiety: This…

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When I was twenty-two, I ran away to Prague, where I now sing to my black cat (who collects dustballs in her whiskers), eat chocolate for breakfast, and have lemon tarts every Thursday.