Mackenzie Davis

Joined August 2022

128 stories

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Most stories are reverted to Drafts, but will keep up resources & posts that hold community significance. May drop in for tips or updates.

My love & gratitude to you all.

It's time to pivot.

Boycott ALL A.I. \ Copyright Mackenzie Davis

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Bifurcate
It had been Agatha’s request: black on canvas, peeling. Beneath a partially dissolved top coat, black was reduced to an irregular shine. The underbelly peered out, and the absence there–Agatha craved it.
By Mackenzie Davis3 years ago in Fiction
Dancing in Sunbeams
You called them angels, but I felt their weight as an avalanche burying my last breath. They froze me in their coverings, and as I stood, I watched you dance between. We were unreachable to each other in that moment. Your words trilled in the alleyway, “It’s like church in the street!” and my groans of pain sunk below your energy. How could such suspension polarize us like this? You leapt every minute or so until you caught a handle and I hunched over the prodding cobblestones. It was the last moment I saw you before they caught you up.
By Mackenzie Davis3 years ago in Fiction
I Wanted a Dog
The cat wouldn’t die. My daughter found him curled on a tree branch, staring down lazily. Already fully grown, sleek, one black sock, one white mitten.
By Mackenzie Davis3 years ago in Fiction
And Miles of Tunnels Beneath the Gargoyles
Her dad explained. “The design resembles snow capped peaks.” Fran didn’t agree. Fran saw the enormity. The sunlight diffused against the tented ceiling, vaulting almost too high to make out.
By Mackenzie Davis3 years ago in Fiction
Feet First
When the painting was uncovered, Theodore lost his breath for eleven seconds. “It will kill me,” he said. Nobody believed him, of course. The man was more dramatic than a soap. Yet he seemed magnetized to the canvas, examining it from every angle, even the floor, for weeks, convinced it was wrong.
By Mackenzie Davis3 years ago in Fiction
This Kindred Tornado. Runner-Up in Painted Prose Challenge.
Green air. A tornado is coming. I was told to run. But the water is wild, and the false rapids roil in the sickly light. My haunches are weakened to the rocks.
By Mackenzie Davis3 years ago in Art
Just Before They Found Me
The rainbow stretched fifty feet in the alley. At the end of it, a hunched man lay beside a heaping pot of gold. It smelled ripe, like an orchard at the start of a fire.
By Mackenzie Davis3 years ago in Fiction
The Day She Relinquished Shingon
They’d named him Haiiro before he opened his eyes. It was before the first summer rain, before the green moss had bloomed and secured him to such blessing.
By Mackenzie Davis3 years ago in Fiction
Melting by the Ax
A nurse fed him an ice chip when I'd explained why I’d come. “So tell me about the glaciers.” He straightened. “It was a pine forest. But there was a massive tree trunk right on the edge of a cliff—a redwood. It reminded me of isolation. I don’t know why they cut it down.”
By Mackenzie Davis3 years ago in Fiction
Socialite Fuckery
Mother’s house reeked of hooves. I didn’t even know that was an identifiable odor until the week leading up to the Jello party of 1984. And how fitting a year. 2+2 was always 5 when she cooked.
By Mackenzie Davis3 years ago in Fiction
Flatlands
Darnell clicked his worn CB receiver. “Gets flatter by the year, eh, Herb?” The canyon had finally risen to meet the rusted bridge.
By Mackenzie Davis3 years ago in Fiction
EsCarGo
The train from Florence delivered them just yards from the snail. The tallest girl in the tour group slunk away to capture its porous skin, but instead led the boys to the threshold of a teenage scheme.
By Mackenzie Davis3 years ago in Fiction