Read early and get exclusive shorts on my Patreon! This Everyday Anxiety contains The cruelty inherent to the system, no explicit violence this month. “Thank you for your patience. Your call is important to us. If you’re having an issue in any of the following processes, you might be able to find the answer toContinue reading “Dealing With Devils”
Category Archives: Everyday Anxieties
An Eye for an Eye
Read early and get exclusive shorts on my Patreon! This Everyday Anxiety contains Eye violence! Supermarkets were always too loud, too bright, and too busy, with too many people slowing down and looking confused around every entrance. Why the service desk had to be at the front of the store he didn’t know, but itContinue reading “An Eye for an Eye”
The Early Bird
Read early and get exclusive shorts on my Patreon! This Everyday Anxiety contains The storm clouds were gathering ominously overhead, and Juniper frowned, checking her phone again. She’d been early for the bus, so she’d been able to catch the alternate, which meant she’d gotten the train before the one she was scheduled to take,Continue reading “The Early Bird”
Highway to Hell
Read early and get exclusive shorts on my Patreon! This Everyday Anxiety contains car violence, dragging, and implied dismemberment The bus rounds the corner at the same time he does. He swears, hiking his satchel up by his waist and lengthening his strides into a full-paced run. The tight leather of his work shoes pinchesContinue reading “Highway to Hell”
Bottle Up
Read early and get exclusive shorts on my Patreon! This Everyday Anxiety contains “Hey, where’d you get that beer?” Danny paused mid-sip and lifted the bottle, looking at the label. “Uhh.” He leaned around her to squint at the table where drinks were piled up on the other side of the room. It was aContinue reading “Bottle Up”
A Pound of Flesh
Read early and get exclusive shorts on my Patreon! This Everyday Anxiety contains The throbber on the phone screen pulsed jauntily on the white background. She leaned her elbow on the chest-high desk at the front of the shop, wondering with vague irritation how much longer it was going to take. Her stomach rumbled faintly,Continue reading “A Pound of Flesh”
A Day Late, A Dollar Short
He scowled down at the ticket in his hand. Why had it even been in Mandy’s purse? It wasn’t like she ever picked up his drycleaning anyway! She liked the place over by the Greek restaurant—the one time he’d gone there all his jackets had come back smelling of lamb and garlic. His stomach had growled through an entire client meeting, it’d been fucking embarrassing.
Rory Banks 