My Cardboard Balcony

Daze by Belinda Roddie The wind cracked, and I felt the whiplash before I even began to fly. And everything, including the sky, turned purple.

Seriously Overlooked by Belinda Roddie How are warning labels both so obvious and so obtuse?

A Flawed Apocalypse by Belinda Roddie The world does not end with fire, but with online flame wars. The world does not end with floods, but with spam emails. The world does not end with storms, but a storm from the White House, where conspiracy theories are served for breakfast like eggs and bacon: A classic staple. The world does not end with the breaking of seven seals. Instead, it ends with the breaking of minds subservient to a cult not dressed in robes, but in ill-fitted suits with poorly knotted neckties. It ends with false prophets swallowing speed and screaming gospels without salvation. It ends not in a rapture, but in the overturning of tombstones meant to preserve innocent graves. And one thing is accurate: The world will end with wailing and grinding of teeth.

Call Off The Rescue by Belinda Roddie Some queens don't need kings. They wield their own Excaliburs.

Sour by Belinda Roddie I want my brain to please cease cranking out hypotheticals like gumballs out of a gumball machine. Stop. I don't even like gumballs. Just stop.

Subversion by Belinda Roddie Hey, uh, princess? Please save me from this creepy tower?

Just Pass The Gravy by Belinda Roddie I've lost my appetite for war at the dinner table.