Andrea Corwin
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Night Shadow
Inherited Bungalow My deceased Aunt Lorraine’s small farm was willed to me upon her death. The scanty acreage abutted the Fermilab near Batavia, Illinois, with a bungalow house and a small barn. A covered porch stretched across the entire front of the bungalow, and the barn sat in a semi-circle of sycamore and mulberry trees.
By Andrea Corwin 2 years ago in Fiction
A Living Barn
I could see eyes watching me, a large white head bobbing up and down. Twilight hovered, as if she weren’t sure of her timing this evening, and a few bright planets were already shining in the dimming sky. A jet skimmed miles above, and a large murder of crows headed home to roost in the forest abutting the crooked stream, cawing as they passed. My head swiveled back toward the faded, mostly red barn, just in time to view a smaller head peeking out. Then there were four, bobbing in unison.
By Andrea Corwin 3 years ago in Fiction
Past Friends
Childhood Friends Many, many years ago we kids played cops and robbers on our bikes, and softball in our yards in the seemingly endless Midwest summers. The 1950s through the early 1960's it was safe playing outside, although there was an incident of a girl being abducted, and one girl was hit by a car and killed on a different street a few blocks away. All in all, our parents felt it was safe enough, and set outdoor perimeters we weren't to cross. All of them enforced the sacred rule of being home by dark. Stay inside the bounds of several blocks, and be home by dark, and in our own yards. Some kids had different boundaries than their friends. Listen for our parents to call to us (one could only hear the call if inside the bounds). That was it. Exceptions were made as long as they knew where we were!
By Andrea Corwin 3 years ago in Humans
UNLEASHED
We can’t leave the caves with our fragile eyes and skin. A thousand years underground has mutated humans into mole-like creatures, pale of skin and nearly blind in bright light, tunnels our pathways to underground rooms. Some mutants could go to ground but only in small fractions of what the old world knew as an hour. One thousand years, yet no life came forth on the super heated cinder-scape above.
By Andrea Corwin 3 years ago in Futurism
LEO the Lion
I am a Leo. Not an arrogant Leo, but a bold Leo. I entered this earthly incarnation on August 11. Never mind the year, but suffice it to say I have been here awhile. The things I have witnessed are many and I am a champion to the underdogs of the world, be they humans, animals, oceans, forests or rocks, to name a few. Leos are fierce protectors.
By Andrea Corwin 3 years ago in Futurism
A Walk in The Park
After work, I headed to my favorite park. It was a late Autumn afternoon and I enjoyed the sights in the 640-acre park, watching for deer, and eyeing raccoons and hawks up in the trees. Chickadees called out “Dee Dee Dee Dee” and Northern Flickers were calling. I stopped to watch the Pileated Woodpeckers hammering on a dead tree about 5 feet off the ground. Continuing on the wooded path, my nostrils were filled with the Fall fragrance of rotted leaves and damp earth. I breathed in deeply, looking up at blue sky, surrounded by green fir trees and the occasional yellow-leafed cottonwood and orange vine maple.
By Andrea Corwin 3 years ago in Horror