Karizard's Author Blog

Author's Note: I asked for prompts on Tumblr and got this one: An unreliable narrator retelling the story of the first time they kissed their romantic interest. I had a hard time coming up with something at first, but then I started thinking about the Princess and the Frog and somehow ended up with this. Enjoy! Sleeping Beauty, and I Was Her Prince Rosie was ahead of me on the paved footpath when it happened. She likes to jog and I like to walk behind her and watch her jog—she’s mesmerizing when she’s bouncing on the pavement with her ponytail swishing back and forth and her breath coming out in cute little huffs. She had her earpods in. Listening to music or a podcast or whatever helps her focus on her run and I don’t mind not being able to talk to her. I just like being near her, you know? But I wasn’t near enough to her then, and she was listening to her music or podcast or whatever. So when I heard the tell tale crack, she didn’t. And when the cottonwood branch fell, I was too ...

Author's note: It's actually been really hard for me to know what to do with myself when I sit down to write and I have to make everything up out of my own mind! But I figure short pieces like this are good practice and a good way to ease into original writing (versus fanfiction). This story isn't particularly groundbreaking or unique, but I figured I would share it anyway! Enjoy! CW: Misogyny, abuse Maybe He Likes You “I’m doing this because I love you, not because I want to,” her father said, laying her across his knee. He tugged down her sparkly pink leggings and her polkadot print big girl underwear. In the other room, her mother taped cardboard over the shattered window pane, grumbling. He raised his hand.  The little girl wailed, her bottom tensed for the coming sting. Her small hands curled into dimpled fists.  Thwack. Thwack. Thwack. Thwack. A spank for each year she’d been alive and an extra one to grow on.  She screamed, her tears burning her cheeks and her thro...