Alley Cowgill
Stories (5/0)
Lost Childhood
I remember the metallic burnt odor, like when Dad forgets to check the grill. Unlike the food on the grill, however, it was my own flesh being burned to cinders. Pain overwhelms my abandoned corpse-like body. I’m numb, a host to the parasite of pain that is feeding on my every relief. I feel as though I am alive in a coffin. My insides were toxic to what is supposed to cure me. My eyes shoot open, scared and alert. There are hands inside my open and exposed body. The people in the white coats bark orders to each other, their ghostly faces petrified like wood. I wish I could scream, move, panic, but I cannot evade this. I’m stuck, awake, during surgery, where I’m supposed to be asleep. Chills begin to overwhelm my fragile body; every single hair saluting the next. I want out, away from this sleepless slumber. A salty trail of tears escape my emerald eyes, as the fighting to stay alive voids the longing for peace, and I slip into the darkness.
By Alley Cowgill3 years ago in Families
Timing Is Everything
Shattered glass and blood in hues of a scarlet red rose are scattered and smeared along the roadside. Fumes of gas and exhaust loom in the air as if creating a toxic bubble around the wreckage of a vehicle that was supposed to keep us safe. My eyes fall upon dad’s body thinking, he looks so peaceful. Content. At the time, my mind wasn’t aware that I was looking at a corpse that housed nothing that made my father, my father. I scrambled over the gear shift and into his lap, squeezing my bruised, bloody body under the steering wheel to rest my head on his solid chest.
By Alley Cowgill3 years ago in Families
Something Borrowed and New
Perfectly shaped snowflakes are dancing through the mid-winter air softly caressing your perfectly shaped and rosed cheeks. Your elegantly tailored, blush embroidered dress trailing behind you. Something borrowed. Something blue. Something new. Followed shortly by an, "I do."
By Alley Cowgill3 years ago in Geeks
Something Borrowed and New
Perfectly shaped snowflakes are dancing through the mid-winter air softly caressing your perfectly shaped and rosed cheeks. Your elegantly tailored, blush embroidered dress trailing behind you. Something borrowed. Something blue. Something new. Followed shortly by an, "I do."
By Alley Cowgill3 years ago in Humans