some rewrite from yesterday and then move on I’d never been pregnant before, I was two weeks late by the time I realized that I might be. I had Keith buy a test at CVS. Abortion care was already illegal…
View writing[fiction, exercise] She wakes up and remembers: today is not like any other day. It's her 54th birthday! 54. Not 55, not a milestone like 50 or 60 or 100. She lays in bed, thinking, when I was 24, 34,…
View writingI won’t say- I can’t say - I still feel like a teenager…..no, I’ve earned my aches, pains and wrinkles and am somehow proud of them because they are markers of a life long lived and of adventures worth having.…
View writingI pressed Casserly’s number. He answered on the first ring. “Hayduke isn’t coming.” “I know.” “He called you?” “It’s protocol. Tomorrow or the next day isn’t an option?” “Not unless I also want to blow up five-thousand baby pigs.” “And…
View writingCaptain's Log 31st December, in the year of our Lord 1633 The harsh rays of the sun beat down on us on this, the last day of the year. Despite the harsh conditions, the crew are in good spirits. Fair…
View writing[A bit of writing, fiction, just exercise] She doesn't believe in religion. But she's perfectly happy believing in a higher power, likes the idea of fate, that angels are watching over her. Which is why when an angel comes to…
View writingLeave the questions behind you. Everyone thinks they have the answers. But no one does. Really. We’re all trying to figure it out. And if anyone tells you they know how you need to breathe stand speak decide, don’t believe…
View writingNOTE: this is off topic, a rewrite of a longer story I'm working one. But this is the beginning of it This isn’t where we started out, Keith and I. We started out at the other end of this great…
View writingCaroline knew it wasn’t her best moment, and yes, she’d procrastinated, watching the clock tick past her self-imposed deadline. Still, she didn’t deserve to be chewed out like this. “It was just an off day,” she said, finally filling the…
View writingI thought all angels were perfection. Flawless. Pure. White. Light. Capable of no wrong. Where there are angels, there are no shadows,....i thought. Angels...the opposite of devils....Angels =white hats...devils =black hats....easy to discern between the two....one sits on your left…
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