June 9, 2021
Category: Fiction
March 30, 2019
WHAT’S A KILLER TO DO?
I creep along the floral wallpapered hallway, the colors muted under the moonlight filtering in from the kitchen. The house is silent, nothing rustles, and I steady my steps.
July 3, 2018
NO GOING BACK
She wanted to say something, the truth preferably, but all her words stuck in her mouth, hung up on her tongue, forever secured and tethered to going nowhere.
January 9, 2017
THE LOSING SIDE OF THINGS
Cora Nichols slumped in a burgundy-colored sofa, her arms a shield of defiance at her chest, and glared at her family. She'd a mind to go over and slap each and everyone, show them what grieving a loved one truly looked like. Even the funeral director had more sense, somber and quiet, standing at the front doors, welcoming those that entered.
December 2, 2016
SELF-STRIPING
Julia lounged on a lime-green couch with white pillows embroidered with tiny pink flowers. She hummed and knitted. Her self-striping hat was coming along nicely. She was pleased and figured she'd have it done in time for Christmas.
April 13, 2016
A VISIT FROM STRANGERS
An older woman, with graying hair at her temples, hands me a cup of coffee. "Let it cool. It's still too hot," the woman says. I don't know who she is, but I'm not going to listen to the likes of her. I take a sip and burn my tongue. Maybe the strange woman was right.
February 22, 2016
THE WEIGHT OF IT: A JOURNEY IS NEVER AS IT SEEMS
Chapter Story - Part Four A gust of wind slammed my body, and I toppled over as if the hand of Many Gods slapped me to the ground. Snow eddied and spun all around me, and any sight I did have vanished. I clamped my gloved hands to my face and waited for the wind's unexpected burst of energy to recede.
February 8, 2016
THE WEIGHT OF IT: THE ONLY THING TO DO
Chapter Story - Part Three Dancing light emanated from the open hatch of the pot belly stove and illuminated Morgan's body. Every few seconds the body twitched, or seemed to, though I told myself it was the fire's flickering light, nothing more. I hugged my legs closer, afraid he'd grab my ankle and that damn milky worm would get me.
January 28, 2016
THE WEIGHT OF IT: THE MESSAGE
Chapter Story - Part Two "What?" I said and jerked back. He was wrong, hallucinating most likely. Sebastian was dead. I had been at the funeral, crumpled to the ground, unable to hold my anguish inside. Old Lady Selena had brought hyacinths to the funeral. The scent still made me nauseous.
January 21, 2016
THE WEIGHT OF IT
Chapter Story - Part One Cold etched its way across the windowpane, intricate snowflake drawings under a microscope, while the wind and snow whipped and whirled outside. The winter-art spread, similar to salt dispersing watercolor on a canvas as I traced my finger along its ever-increasing pattern. The freezing pane stung the tip of my finger. I didn't remove my finger or alter the pressure of skin against the chilled glass; I wanted to endure, not give up. Too many said I'd given up too soon already.
December 1, 2015
COMING TOGETHER AGAIN
Rain pelts the ground, driving river streaks down my face and neck and chills my bones; my thin wool jacket soaks through. I should hurry home, but my feet stay leaden on the mountain road—another couple of miles to go.
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