Carly Bush

Joined August 2021

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Bio

I'm a writer who is influenced by contemporary literary fiction and dystopia. I am a regular contributor to Collective World, and you can find my short stories and poetry here.

Connect with me on Instagram and TikTok: @carlyaugustabush

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Crossed Wires
So they were gone, and he was alone. And awake. Rain was spitting against the window, drizzling loudly enough to be a distraction. It always seemed to be raining.
By Carly Bush2 months ago in Fiction
Black Velvet
Soon the cruelest secrets appear as evident as stardust, a small fire with a long tail against black velvet
By Carly Bush2 months ago in Poets
Encyclopedia of Hours. Top Story - April 2024.
Time passed slowly here, in this quaint prison. It had once been his grandmother's house. He had lived here as a child, slept on the same rotted mattress. The nicotine stains turned the ivory wallpaper the colour of weak chamomile.
By Carly Bush2 months ago in Fiction
Major Arcana. Top Story - January 2024.
The moon, cat-eyed and watchful, ensnares like a spirit rattling in a cupboard, follows like a panting dog, possesses like the devil.
By Carly Bush5 months ago in Poets
Parasocial
You are not what they believe Gold dust over ivory bones; your indigo blood, your deification inevitable
By Carly Bush5 months ago in Poets
Roses. Content Warning.
In the centre of the clearing was a sight so gruesome that it did not make sense. The body of a young girl in a black coat, long hair curled around her. Sweet, warm blood pooling sickeningly bright in the snow.
By Carly Bush5 months ago in Fiction
Reaper
The ground was bitten by frost, the sky as sterile as the hospital where she had held his hand through his final breaths.
By Carly Bush5 months ago in Fiction
January
She can’t see anything out of her right eye now. Soon enough she’ll be seeing angels, but they pretend for now, ignore the soft ominous brush of their feathery wings to laugh and drink their midday drinks with an old movie playing halfheartedly. Black and white, like the scenes from their memories.
By Carly Bush5 months ago in Fiction
Hot Water, Sharp Needles. Top Story - January 2024.
The arabica plunges a stake into the heart of a morning glowing like winter-light and a lemongrass candle. The oak table where I drink and work (and drink)
By Carly Bush6 months ago in Poets
Contrary
I’m sorry but I will never be sorry. I am a crow among doves, Flying contrary to the path you mapped out. Sometimes it rains inside your house,
By Carly Bush9 months ago in Poets
Glass Lungs
With glass lungs, she learned to breathe on her own, writing about strangers with their pale milk complexions and their eyes like darting silver fish.
By Carly Bush9 months ago in Poets
To Dust All Return. Top Story - October 2023.
She knew that she was not immortal. She was constantly falling like a leaf; someday she would hit the ground. Autumn trees on the roadside blushed to see her pass,
By Carly Bush9 months ago in Poets

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