Cynthia Fields
Bio
I adore words and I love what happens when we grab them, sleep with them, holler and scream and laugh at them! I love what happens when we throw them in the air and watch them fall magically from our minds onto paper!
Stories (69/0)
Terminal Error
Carter always had a sense for the dramatic and today was no exception. The light hum overhead drew my attention toward the front door. Grabbing my jacket, I stepped out onto the porch into the biting winter air. The snow from last night’s storm was still on the ground and I shivered as I shoved my arms into the wool coat. I shook my head as the drone flew back and forth over the cabin. I couldn’t help but giggle at the box dangling from it that was three times its size. Yup, drama, Carter’s trademark.
By Cynthia Fields2 years ago in Fiction
It Was When
So, I asked myself, ‘when did it all begin?’ It was when I let someone tell me that I wasn’t good enough. It was when I looked in the mirror, turned side to side and back again. It was when I let those words sink into my spirit and sit, and marinate, and take hold.
By Cynthia Fields2 years ago in Poets
Scorned Pt. 14
Paradise Rehab Center – Afternoon – 1 month later “One more, one more! Come on, Derek you got this! YES!” Morgan collapsed against the mat sweating and breathing hard but happy at the progress he had made since being back. Things he never thought he’d be able to do again he could do now. Truman had been relentless, yet he met every challenge. He wanted to be home with Penelope not as an invalid but as the man she’d fallen in love with. He wanted to return to life on his terms and on his own two feet.
By Cynthia Fields2 years ago in Fiction
Scorned Pt. 13
Potomac General – Penelope, Fran and Dave paced the waiting room floor. Derek had been rushed back to the hospital for examination and testing for pain that he’d been hiding for the last few weeks. The doctors had given them several scenarios; some good and some not so good. They wanted to be hopeful, but hope had often been the enemy in their line of work.
By Cynthia Fields3 years ago in Fiction
Penelope
Penelope had to make a decision, one that she rarely if ever had to make. If she was going to save her marriage to Derek and if she was going to continue being his solace, then she would have to make the decison to be patient. Penelope knew Derek and all of his demons too well. He would fight for the right to fight them alone and he'd insist that he was fine even as he drowned, pride first in the black lagoon of dispair.
By Cynthia Fields3 years ago in Fiction