Bex Jordan
Bio
They/She. Writer. Gardener. Cat-Lover. Nerd. Always looking up at the sky or down at the ground.
Profile photo by Román Anaya.
Bluesky: @umasabirah.bsky.social
Stories (91)
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The Necklace
It sparkles as I turn it in my hand, the scarlet jewel coming to life in its bright silver setting. The pendant burns from within, and I find myself unable to pull away. My face falls slack as I draw it closer, studying the glittering facets of the fist-sized stone. I know I shouldn't put it on--I'd heard all of the warnings. Unthinking, I slip the heavy chain over my head, feeling the weight of it settle against my chest.
By Bex Jordan3 years ago in Fiction
The Alley
Jana had taken this alleyway hundreds of times. She knew every trash can and twisted fence. The shortcut would save time, leading her far from the street (where she faced cat-calls and inappropriate offers that made her shoulders shrink). The alley was her ally, her quick path to sanctuary.
By Bex Jordan3 years ago in Fiction
Enough
Dear B, You think you were a mistake–an attempt to fix a problem you didn’t even make. That’s a lot of weight to put on the shoulders of a babe. You thought you didn’t Matter, that your own world could shatter so long as you could see that everyone else was happy. That was your Purpose. That was your Reason for Being. But you can’t fix people's feelings, and you can’t love them into believing, and so you kept failing over and over and over and blaming yourself and ignoring the little voice inside while you tried to hide your truth. You kept searching for the proof in a puzzle you were never meant to solve, in spite of your resolve.
By Bex Jordan3 years ago in Poets
Up to Nature
The mirror showed an image that wasn't my own. My head swam as I felt my heart stutter. My reflection in my mother’s vintage hand mirror was…wrong. She looked like me–she had my same wavy brown hair and sad hazel eyes (which twinkled with an unfamiliar mischief). Her lips, however, were curled in a sinister smile I knew I did not wear.
By Bex Jordan3 years ago in Horror
Violet Ends
Every night at midnight, the purple clouds came out to dance with the blushing sky. Avery tilted her head to get a better view of the swirling world above her. Her long violet hair reflected the colors that rippled overhead. She casually glanced at the sparkling stars which signified her impending and rapidly-approaching doom.
By Bex Jordan3 years ago in Pride
