Category: Writings

Bio

  Michelle Lee Proksell 媚潇 (b. Dhahran, Saudi Arabia, 1985) – A Third Culture Adult, born in Saudi Arabia to ex-patriot American parents. She left the Middle East in 1990 because…

Vision of a Version of a Vision

4CHANC0K3 could not take his eyes off of the screen for the last 78 hours straight. FACT: Abraham Lincoln had dreamt his death. He woke up in his…

Drifting (in three parts)

PART I:  Understanding the Understatement He lies in bed while his eyes wander off in space.  They aren’t looking for anything in particular; they’re just struggling to see…

What the Hell was it?

There are clouds in the distance that shine.  That flicker.  That start distorting as they come closer– a wide panoramic view that seems like something that it’s not. …

Overlapping Noises

It was with the passing of many trains, over many years, in many countries around the world (from East to West), which led me to begin taking special…

I Hear a Sound

I hear a sound I hear a tone I hear four tones and one neutral I see a mouth move I see hand gestures I see eyebrows contract…

The End of the Beginning, The Beginning of the End

An indirect meeting of Him and Her. Her eyes blinked incessantly from the rancid smell encircling the underground station.  Its putrid stench pierced every part of her face…

I Cannot be Fake, if Fake is the Real, Real

I sat and stared at Polaroid’s I took of places in the past; Somewhere between the picture of a Malaysian cave’s bright halo light, blooming pink flowers growing…

A Solitary Gaze With a Long Breath

A round, average-looking rock sat quietly on the ground under a tall cherry blossom tree next to a small rushing stream.  It had no place to go, for…

Here

I could hear sounds I did not recognize. Loud flowing drones that hummed beside my eardrums and moved around me in a circular motion. They distracted me just…

Digging Holes to the Other Side of the World

Everything around me turned a shade of green.  Even the sun beamed down a hue of blue-green and I had this sudden urge like a dog in an…

Trying to Fly

When I touched my face I felt deep scars covered in scabs along my cheeks.  What had happened to me in the time passed?  I couldn’t remember how…

Dancing Memories

Around me was a line of bottles left empty and unattended in a dry field.  Tones of brown were all that lay in my peripheral.  Suddenly the ground…

Counting Sheep in Front of Screens

Sleep-in to dream-in an unordinary wonder of something close to being will power I fish around for compliments mixed with wayward twats and wishy-washy thoughts about a future…

I Want to Believe in Unicorns

I want to believe in unicorns.  I want to believe in mirages.  I want to believe in all the things I’m told not to. Taking walks down winding…