Jillian Spiridon
Bio
just another writer with too many cats
twitter: @jillianspiridon
Stories (325/0)
A Matter of Affinity
"You will be wonderful," Amara's parents and teachers would coo. Every test and application told her she was in the top percentile of even the top one percent. Every award whispered with the promise that she was going to make a great life for herself, all born out of the success she was so likely to gain.
By Jillian Spiridon3 years ago in Fiction
Pretend It's Just Another Day
I couldn't tell you when the explosions started. Sometimes I count the sounds of them at night, as if they're fireworks from that bygone age when loud noise wasn't the coming of some threat to our shores. At night, each bomb blast ignites the sky with fire, but so far they are just warning shots—the sign to tell us that the invaders are out there and that they know they can come to us any time as if there's an outstanding invitation.
By Jillian Spiridon3 years ago in Fiction
The Five Times I Cried During In the Heights (2021)
If you haven't seen any portion of In the Heights and wish to remain unspoiled before you see the film (or original musical) yourself, then I'd recommend you click out of this article right now. Beware, there be spoilers.
By Jillian Spiridon3 years ago in Geeks
What Keeps Me Cool as a Chameleon
As someone who has varying bouts of anxiety, I'm always looking for something that will ease my nerves—especially for those trying times when stressors line the hallways of my mind. Coping mechanisms can be hard to find, but with trial and error you can come away with a lot of different hobbies that will bring you both joy and comfort.
By Jillian Spiridon3 years ago in Journal
Writing Through the Bad Spots
I stare at the screen and wish I could conjure something from nothing. The particles would coalesce in the air, swirling and entwining, as they accumulated into a book that dropped into my lap. (Is there a Harry Potter spell for that?)
By Jillian Spiridon3 years ago in Journal
Always in Search of Wonderland
Life isn't magic—or that's what they want you to believe. Every single moment you take for work or obligation or the daily grind is just another precious second you're giving in exchange for a life that may not mean much at all by its end.
By Jillian Spiridon3 years ago in Journal
Unplugged
"Session logged out. Please lie still while the neurometers eject." The sensors attached to Irez's forehead fell away like the wisps they became when not in use. Every tendril cast its own kind of allure in the great web of the Scape—and everything it allowed its users to access while they were Plugged into the experience.
By Jillian Spiridon3 years ago in Fiction
The Aftermath
"Take a chance, take a chance, take a chance on me..." Reeve couldn't help the small smile behind the filtration mask she wore. The mask and the headphones—combined into one amalgam of pure tech and tomfoolery—brought her some sense of relief as she traveled on foot through the scavenging site. Really, it was just the dumping ground for all the materials that were deemed hazardous or useless after clean-up of Site Zero.
By Jillian Spiridon3 years ago in Fiction