Tennessee Garbage
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Howdy! There is relatable stuff here- dark and twisty and some sentimental garbage. "Don't forget to tip your waitresses" Hi, I am your waitress, let me serve you with more content. Hope you enjoy! :)
Stories (15/0)
Mr. Corley
Part One Last period of the day, math with Mr. Dean. I sit in the third row, second seat from the far right. You sit three seats back and four to the left. You’ve been quite most of the term, and Mr. Dean hates that. He encourages people to speak up and be open like his life depends on it. He’s picked on you most of the time, asking you for answers or congratulating you on all you’re A’s. We’re not friends, hardly even acquaintances. Your friends with my friend and that’s it. I know your name is Izzy, but I hate that name. I like your real name. Isabel. Makes you sound delicate and sensitive, but your voice doesn’t match. That’s curious.
By Tennessee Garbage2 days ago in Filthy
The Hag, The Crowd and Me
The nightmare: I am about four, trapped in a cave, underground with an overweight evil woman that sings opera. I’m not able to escape until I realize who it is. She has a face, and a name, and suddenly, she has no power or control over me. I’m free. I walk out of the cave looking disheveled, matted and weak, onlooking a crowd of strangers clapping, rejoicing that I’m okay. Two women approach me, both being familiar, one hugging me tightly repeating that we’re okay as if we were one. The other, holding her hands to her chest, crying, keeping her distance.
By Tennessee Garbage3 days ago in Fiction
A Tree as a Friend
The work is just too good to be true. Could there be more to his masterpiece? Brilliantly disguised as a map? Perhaps a detailed legend of where victims are buried? There is meaning behind every art piece. What do you think Bob is hiding?
By Tennessee Garbage10 months ago in Critique
Dear Little Red Riding Hood
One upon a time, there was a little gal name Red. She wanted to see her ill Grannie, but her mother was much to busy to leave. Mama dressed little Red in a Crimson Red cloak and sent her off with a wicker basket full of warm, French bread and soup.
By Tennessee Garbage10 months ago in Chapters
The Stars & Shadows Series
I have a hyper-fixation on books and when I find a writer I enjoy, I’m completely locked in. Sometimes it’ll be so bad that days will go by before I’ll look up and realize I haven’t eaten anything. My hunger for books is greater, I guess.
By Tennessee Garbage10 months ago in BookClub
How Do YOU Feel
Someone was coveting my peace to protect themselves. Everything I thought I knew about my life, turned out to be a lie. Not even a sliver of truth was available to me. It was only when I had to face them head-on that the darkest secrets, my biggest fear came to light. I wasn’t my sister’s keeper, but my mother’s. I was nothing more than a standing guard to keep her from being found. I was nothing, to her.
By Tennessee Garbageabout a year ago in Fiction