Ann Herrold
Bio
A freelance writer that shares her experience with PTSD, trauma, depression, life, and love. Part of the LGBTQIA+ community, master procrastinator, bog goblin and expert pie eater.
Stories (15/0)
Superman: Planes, Trains, and the Death of Consent
Growing up Superman was my favorite movie. You know, the one that was made in 1978 and starred the almighty Christopher Reeve. My tiny little mind unburdened from media criticism and fascist ideology was completely enamored with the lore of an alien crash landing on Earth and saving the puny dumb little Earthlings in his fancy red cape. I never even touched the comics, I loved Superman based purely on Christopher Reeve’s performance.
By Ann Herrold2 years ago in Geeks
Call Box
The writer waits for one of the two elevators to arrive. Floor four, floor five, floor six, it rises to greet her. Impatiently the writer gazes out the window at the parking lot below, with its cars nestled neatly side-by-side, their black windows blinking in the sun. Outside sprawls the gray cement city, several dog-owners are taking their daily stroll along the bike path. Overzealous bikers zip past the lowly bipedal pedestrians. Internally, the writer wonders how many lifetimes could be fitted into this singular, sprawling, finite moment.
By Ann Herrold2 years ago in Horror
