Reflections
By Magnolia Fay
Non-fictional prose about stuff that happens in my mind and life.
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Hiding under a plane seat
This is almost public journaling. Sometimes exposing the more unsavoury contents of my brain in public helps me fight the parts of me who'd rather hide it. Kind of like flashing people, but with my brain. Also (I hope) not in a gross way. It is an exercise in acceptance. I have anxiety. I am afraid of flying and stressed by many little things. And I won't make it harder for myself by being ashamed. Not anymore.
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I'll admit I'm a person who needs more friends
It has come to my attention that I am suffering from a lack of friendships. This feeling grew inside me as I was folding small squares of paper into...
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The garden still sings you, the walls still cough you
This was my first ever submission to a literary magazine, and also my first ever rejection. I decided to share it here, untouched. The editor sent me...
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