A. Marler

Joined May 2022

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I primarily write fictional stories, varying in time periods and sub-genres. Constructive criticism is always welcome as I want to continue to improve!

I am a mom of 3 rambunctious boys with a love of many, many things!

Stories (11/0)

The Same Four Walls
I've heard the phrase, 'if walls could talk' so many times. It's so ridiculous because we actually do! We just don't talk to the humans who dwell within us. Seeing how scared they become with fictional ghost stories, it never seemed to be a good idea. How boring would our life be if our human moved away in fear and we never got another to entertain us? That doesn't mean we don't have a little fun ourselves. East is the only one of us who has done it. With a view of the hall, East sees when the human is near and sometimes she whispers unintelligible words to see how the human will respond. The rest of us giggle when the human peeks into the room with that fearful hesitation. I think the best laugh we had was when East made squeaking noises and the human thought there was a mouse. If we were a floor we would have been rolling laughing.
By A. Marlerabout a year ago in Fiction
A Rarity in Humanity
Decency Purity Love Humanity How are these things so rare? A simple act to show you care. It is preached from church walls,
By A. Marlerabout a year ago in Poets
4- The Mountain Game
As soon as Luke was able to walk, he learned to run. His determination to keep up with his older brother propelled his development forward. As music played energetic music through the television speakers, Matthew and Luke chased each other around the coffee table, then the island in the kitchen. The nonstop giggling slowly grew in volume as their little legs moved faster.
By A. Marler2 years ago in Families
3- It's Noir or Never
“Is it going to snow?” Matthew had only seen snow once in his life. The dreary skies looked promising but each year it would be the same. The wind would be cold and the sky would be gray but no snow would fall their way. Luke, who had never seen snow, piped up with the word he had only heard about from his brother’s flashcards.
By A. Marler2 years ago in Families
2- Finding Bear
Another beautiful day poked its way through the trees in the distance and over the fence of the yard. The grass and flowers were wet from the dew and were just beginning to pull their way up to the light from the sun. Spring was in the air. The sun, however, began to disappear just as suddenly as it had appeared. A dark cloud was drifting overhead and a slight drizzle began. Matthew pressed his face against the glass, pouting at the change in the weather. He held a soccer ball under his arm but let it fall in disappointment. There was no way he was going to be let outside now.
By A. Marler2 years ago in Families
1- A Walk in the Woods
The front door opened as Mommy returned from her morning walk with Butch and Luke. Matthew had still been asleep when she left so he was quick to greet her at the door with the request for breakfast.
By A. Marler2 years ago in Families
In Darkness, May You See the Light
The boy had wandered into the woods and I became afraid. The woods were dangerous and he was so small and defenseless. Without a second thought, I flew over the trees, scanning urgently for the child. When at last I found him, his head was on his knees, his arms wrapped around his legs, and his shoulders shook with sobs. So alone was the boy who sat on the dirty floor. I did not understand how he could give up. Did he really think I'd abandon him? Movement caught my attention and I looked in horror. Darkness seemed to be caving around him and I could see the fear starting to take hold. Why was he afraid? Was he afraid because he was alone? Or was he afraid of the dark?
By A. Marler2 years ago in Families
What Better Father Figure Than My Dad?
My dad is the coolest day. How many people can say that their dad pretended to sing and play guitar as Barry Gibb from The Bee Gees while their mom fan-girled in the crowd?
By A. Marler2 years ago in Confessions
Summer...in a Bag?
Summer could easily mean eating food as juicy and refreshing as watermelon. The dribble of juice running down the chin as the fruit, as cool and sweet as a popsicle, is cherished under the sun's heat.
By A. Marler2 years ago in Families
The War of Rumgar
There weren't always dragons in the Valley. It was said that dragons were common to the land of Rumgar, but many years had passed without seeing any and they became a myth. Yet, here I was, face to face with one and nothing to defend myself.
By A. Marler2 years ago in Fiction
Mother's Day Submission
“Hey Mom. I never told you this before, but…” You’ve been my mommy for 30 years now. You have watched me go through so much and you’ve always been one phone call away, no matter how far away I may be. I’ve depended on you many times with all my thoughts and wishes, all my fears and heartache. Yet there is one thing that I have never told you.
By A. Marler2 years ago in Confessions

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A. Marler

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The Same Four Walls

A Rarity in Humanity

4- The Mountain Game

3- It's Noir or Never

2- Finding Bear

1- A Walk in the Woods

In Darkness, May You See the Light

What Better Father Figure Than My Dad?

Summer...in a Bag?

The War of Rumgar

Mother's Day Submission

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