Sara Wilson
Bio
I love Ugly Things.
I try and be active AND interactive.
I write... whatever I feel.
Sometimes it's happy.. sometimes it isn't. But it's real. And it's me.
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Stories (174)
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You're not a moment Frozen in Time
The first thing I see in the morning when I wake up is the ceiling fan spinning above me. I lay in bed for a few minutes watching it as the morning sun creeps in through the blinds. For the first time in my life, there is no heavy dread sitting on my chest when I wake up. The crushing weight that used to make even breathing feel like an impossible task is gone. I stay curled up in the blankets for just a few minutes while the fan blows cool air around and just breathe before choosing to get out of bed and prepare for the rest of the day. This is the first win. My own private success that occurs before the kids even start to stir.
By Sara Wilsonabout 9 hours ago in Motivation
I'm So Sorry...
I've been told my whole life that sharing is a virtue, so I guess that makes me a saint today. Look, I'm tired of the noise. I'm tired of the weight behind my eyes and that buzzing in my ears that sounds like a thousand bees trying to start a band in my head. They say a debt is only a burden if you're the one holding the bill... and I feel like I've held it long enough.
By Sara Wilson4 days ago in Fiction
The Devil's Lettuce. Top Story - March 2026.
We're all sitting here in a world where you can buy cannabis infused seltzer at a boutique shop that looks like an Apple store... but for about 80 years, the government treated this plant like it was a literal demon from the seventh circle of Hell. Why? Was it because it was actually dangerous? Please. If being dangerous was the criteria, we would have also banned lawn darts and gender reveal parties decades ago.
By Sara Wilson11 days ago in Potent
The Furry Thief
That damn squirrel stole my sandwich again, leaving only crumbs and a note demanding “get better bread.” I tried reasoning with him, but he brought lawyers, three chipmunks in tiny suits. They won the case. Now I’m legally required to provide lunch, snacks, and emotional support nuts.
By Sara Wilson17 days ago in Writers
Mirrors in the Mojave. Content Warning.
Barstow at 3:15 p.m. was basically the surface of the sun. It was the kind of heat that made the asphalt feel squishy and the air taste like burnt rubber. You never really got used to it. No matter how long you lived there, you always complained. Today was no different as the five kids trudged down the sidewalk like a pack of exhausted animals making their way home from Barstow Middle School.
By Sara Wilson21 days ago in Fiction
