Angela

Joined March 2021

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when I was in the 8th grade, I decided it would be amazing to be a writer. At 43 I have decided to grow a pair and put some of my writing out into the world for people to read.

Stories (7/0)

Uninvited Guest
We drove up the snowy, winding road towards the cozy A-frame cabin. My stomach was churning and I could hardly think over the sound of my heart beat pounding in my ears.
By Angela4 months ago in Fiction
2710
There weren't always dragons in the valley. Thea's favorite childhood memories were of the long lazy evenings she'd spent held snug in her grandmother's lap, fighting sleep as Gram brought the past to life through her stories. Tales of mystery and adventure of war, tragedy and finally peaceful redemption. Stories of a long ago time when humans ruled the earth.
By Angela10 months ago in Fiction
It Screams Like A Girl
The sudden screams coming from the attic shot up my spine like an electric shock. I dropped the box of desentigrating old newspapers with a thud, disaster scenarios rolling through my mind as I took the steps to the 3rd floor attic two- at-a- time.
By Angelaabout a year ago in Families
We Were Here
I am going to be ok. The signs are everywhere. Relief rolls over me as I settle into my seat near the window of the dimly lit bar and pull out my laptop.
By Angelaabout a year ago in Fiction
1330 Miles By Car
I love a good airport reunion. Show me the video of a veteran returning home to a cheering crowd at the airport and this ice queen will melt every time. Throw man's best friend into the "Welcome" crew, tail wagging jumping into their favorite human's arms and forget about it. Ugly crying every time.
By Angelaabout a year ago in Petlife
Green on The Vine
Discovering that one of your most formative childhood memories was designed as a means to conceal murder is quite disconcerting. I blinked back tears as the crew cut the last of the dead tree and hauled the stump from the place where a 9 year old me, had planted it with my grandmother and her sister 30 years earlier.
By Angela2 years ago in Criminal
Kind of Person this Happens To
“God, please, not yet”, I prayed in earnest. That was the first prayer I can remember saying the morning I woke up and remembered my world didn’t just turn upside down, but exploded the day before.
By Angela2 years ago in Humans

Angela

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Uninvited Guest

2710

It Screams Like A Girl

We Were Here

1330 Miles By Car

Green on The Vine

Kind of Person this Happens To

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