Toni Tails
Stories (7/0)
A Passive Aggressive Ghost Story
Noise Complaint Dear Mrs. Wormwood, This is a letter to inform you that I've heard your complaints. I will endeavor to keep little Eliza from creaking in the hallways late at night, but for goodness sake, please remove the garlic from your doorway.
By Toni Tails4 years ago in Horror
How I Got My Lazy Kid to Clean Up
Right around the ripe old age of 13, my son concluded that I wasn’t very bright. It took me a while to notice this because he never actually said it. Something was telling in the tone of his long drawn out sighs and the tenor of his voice when he said, “Muuuuuuuum!”
By Toni Tails4 years ago in Families
My 40 Year Journey to Queer
When I was 9, I experienced my first kiss with a girl from my class. She was my best friend, and we practiced kissing each other when I spent the night at her apartment. At the same time, I learned in church that a human’s default sexual setting was straight. Anything else was gay, which also meant evil. I didn’t understand that at the time, but I absorbed it.
By Toni Tails4 years ago in Humans
This is How Art Saved My Life
When I was a child, I used art to tell my story when words hurt too much to carve into being. I flung paint onto the canvas like a madwoman in those days. My voice was slick oil, dusty charcoal, broken lead smudged into corners. My tears were watercolors, trailing rainbows into taunt linen. Animals of all kinds, real and imagined, were sculpted to life by any pliable medium within my grasp. No errant flower petal, table napkin, or blade of grass was safe from my ever creating and nimble young fingers.
By Toni Tails4 years ago in Motivation