Caitlyn Mulcahy


I write on my laptop, I write on my books, I write on my hands. Best of all, I write in my head. Constantly. I'm never not writing. What do you think dreams are? Your brain writing its own stories while you are sleeping.

What's So Funny?

October 28, 2016


Laughter. Sharp, clear and utterly uncontrollable. It booms from somewhere behind me, ringing and echoing around my head. With each new wave my composure fractures. With each agonizingly loud bark, small delicate cracks spread at sail pace, I can almost see them creeping up and around me. Another roll of laughter, the cracks spread faster, filled with a purpose to make me snap, threatening to break my calm facade. Too Loud. Too Loud. My fingers grip the seat, I close my eyes. Why wont they just be quiet? My head falls to rest on the window and i'm fighting to keep my hands by my side rather than where they long to be, covering my ears. Just stop laughing! The bus pulls into my stop and I escape with a relieved sigh.
Peace, peace at last. 


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