As the rain falls outside and my blanket folds over me, I want to stay in this cozy nest. In a couple hours, a big day will start downtown, and it will be a scary one. No phoning it in…
View writingHi Evelyn, I couldn't relate to the prompt today (FUCK GUILT!) so I worked, edited a story I'm working on that takes place in the near future. The narrator is a young mother whose home disappeared in a hurricane in…
View writingGuilt is just another unpleasant sensation that interrupts the calm emotional state that I seek. In moments when my mind is blank, my To Do's are quiet, my contentment is medium to high, guilt can kick in. I say "can"…
View writingThe sun was down, but her own heat had only risen higher, as a cooler night promised an adventure in a place she knew she should not go. Her Momma had told her so. A girl her age was not…
View writingThe winter light, bending through the manzanita branches, came into the room low and golden. Glancing off the flowered writing pad, suffusing the images imprinted on its side in amber, tipping the squared- match box in warmth. A moment to…
View writingvillain, likes to get them in her clutches: how to show this? Madame Mandeville paced in her office. The last student had left, and now she was here. Something rang out in her mind, about how it all was.. a…
View writingWhen my toes hit the water, I froze. But with spectators seated on the docks to both my left and my right, there was no turning back. But I was resolved to swim anyway, this being New Year's Day. I'd…
View writingLenore didn’t consider herself a beauty. At least not all the time. She found fault constantly, although she was advised not to mention her fault-finding—it was too petty and made people want to hit her. She couldn’t say, for instance,…
View writingThere is something in the smell of an old wood floored dance studio that can never be replaced. For me it is the petite madeleine of my childhood. It brings back everything, the count, the light, the resin, the barre,…
View writingMel stood in the darkest part of the alley, purposefully just out of range of the warm light that emanated from of the Victorian manor house in great rectangular beams and illuminated the soggy back garden. The damp of the…
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