Andrea Corwin
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The Periwinkle Wall
If walls could talk, I would recount tales of joy accented by giggles and guffaws. Some tales are in whispers recalling sweetness and adoration, some are filled with cries of pain or joy. Then there are those filled with the howls of heartbreak.
By Andrea Corwin about a year ago in Fiction
Hidden in Improbability
Chapter One Wendell saw her as he peered through the green fronds from his high perch above the beach. She was skipping along with a large dog, racing the incoming waves to keep her ankle-length skirt dry. Wendell followed her path along the beach and climbed down closer to her as she neared the end of the beach. The white sand sparkled in the day’s early light, and he could see fish swimming in the turquoise sea. The horizon held clouds on this brightening day, but the sky above him was so intensely blue, he was forced to squint and shield his eyes with a hand above them.
By Andrea Corwin about a year ago in Fiction
Waxwing
Sleek Cedar Waxwing, bandit face on russet head hand-dipped lemon tail
By Andrea Corwin about a year ago in Poets
Aquamarine
Violet blue rays rise over cobalt blue waves, cyan skies bless days
By Andrea Corwin about a year ago in Poets
The Mystery Box
Halloween The kids would be trick or treating as soon as the sun went down, and she had a huge bowl on small candy bars to hand out. She had decorated her yard with a skeleton that moved and yelled at movement near it. One of her hand-knit muffler scarves in orange and black adorned its neck and waved in the breeze; its long fingers pointed regularly in various directions as it screamed. Beverly was making up her face to be a ghoul with blood running from her eyes when she heard a strange noise. She checked the time - three o’clock. She looked out the bedroom window and saw rusty colored oak leaves swirling in the street. Her neighbor Anne Marie was shutting her curbside mailbox. Seeing Bev in the window, she raised her hand to wave, but suddenly froze, and stared across the street at Beverly’s yard. Confused, Bev went downstairs and out onto her porch. The skeleton was shrieking and waving its arms. A white drone with a black spider on its back was lifting off her front walk, having gently made its delivery. Human-like, seemingly observing Beverly, it hovered. She looked at the drone, then the package, impressed at the careful delivery. Swooping low over the box, its rotor let out a squeal and spun hard around and around. Now that it had Beverly’s undivided attention, it rose again and moved slowly toward her, showing two painted on eyes circled in red. It snapped a photo of Beverly in lieu of a signature, tipped to its side as if to say ‘bye,’ then skimmed quickly along the treetops following the footprint of the residential street. Beverly saw her name and address in bold black seven-inch letters on a heavy-duty corrugated packing box. Along its bottom edge were ten-inch dark red letters: L - A - EXPEDITE. Ensure recipient home. TIME SENSITIVE. DO NOT LEAVE UNATTENDED.
By Andrea Corwin about a year ago in Fiction
Space Pachy
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. Outerspace Zone Y.45.Centon6 They might have gone through the vortex, but it seems more probable that Lexion lasered them.” Gjero was reviewing star maps on the other side of the vessel’s bridge.
By Andrea Corwin 2 years ago in Futurism