Twitter @angied7592. Long time lover of literature. Obsessed with adorable animals and coffee I spend my days playing video games with my brother and fiancee. I got a medium account too https://angeladerscha.medium.com/ check it out.
It’s 10:15 pm, raining, cold and dreary. A typical night in Chicago in September. I’m on a metal bench sitting outside Wash 4 Coin on North Magnolia Ave, formerly Wash U Coin, until it got sold. After a good downpour, The air is crisp and clean. I love it. What ruins the mood is that I’m stuck doing about three weeks' worth of laundry on a Saturday. Long story short, the smell made me want to vomit. So here I am, with six sizeable trash bags full of my clothing, towels, bedding, etc., waiting for a washer to be available.
Talk to Me
This is part 2 of a collaborative piece done by my Facebook writers group: Saloon for Writers. We do these fairly often and they are lots of fun, challenge us as writers, and allow us to tackle an issue that's both informative and important. If you would like to see part 1 by Oredolapo A Roberts. Please enjoy this poem focusing on suicide prevention!
This story is part 3 of a Fiction collaboration between myself and my colleagues in the Vocal Creator’s Saloon on Facebook. The first part was written by Sofia Duarte and the second by Julie Lacksonen. Check it out if you are interested in becoming a member, we do stuff like this regularly. We are all hard working, goofy, creative individuals that write to our heart’s content. Thank you for your time!
Grief is painful; it's the most painful thing ever to experience. There isn't a timeline for processing the loss of someone you love; sometimes, the scars become rough scabs that cause discomfort, and others, they are wounds that fester endlessly. My grief is slow and torturous, taunting me as I lie in bed at night. The relentless images attacked my psyche, pounding the loss into me over and over. It was a constant reminder that she was gone forever. When things are too heavy, I turn my attention to the majestic tapestry of the night sky decorated with stars and the moon.
Fresh Apple Pie
Stop! This story is Part 2 of my group's fantastic Thanksgiving "With a Twist" project, so please catch up with the beginning before continuing any further; thank you! Part 1: by Duskshadows The following fiction is a reflective piece on gratitude and adjustment during the hectic Holiday season. Our protagonist, Joshua Killian, has just begun to feel the effects of a mystical curse. Will he recover, or will everything precious to him be lost? Only one way to find out!