Anna Boisvert

Joined November 2020

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Bio

Musings and imaginings from the brain of a fifty something year old Gemini who sold everything and moved to Los Angeles in 2018.

I am no professional, I write because it brings me joy, release, and peace.

Stories (28/0)

Looking For Socks in the Underwear Drawer
Introduction to a new weekly series: As I start writing under this title, I really have no idea yet where this is going to take me, or what it would even like to be.
By Anna Boisvert10 months ago in Motivation
The Constable
The Constable. I awoke before dawn, as I do everyday. I used to have a laundry list of things to accomplish before I went into my office.
By Anna Boisvert10 months ago in Fiction
The Filing Cabinet
1. Discovery As I walked my dog, Max, down the street where we always walk, suddenly a filing cabinet stood in our path.
By Anna Boisvert11 months ago in Fiction
Belonging
Belonging. We all seek to belong don't we? Whether it's through sports, book clubs, politics, religion, and all of the other hundreds of little ways we try to form a connection. We try to fit in, group with others who think and feel as we do.
By Anna Boisvert11 months ago in Humans
The Mistaken Path
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window, the night I decided to take the path everyone in our little town was warned not to take. While overgrown, it was still passable, and I forged through the brush with gusto.
By Anna Boisvert11 months ago in Horror
The Drop and the Ocean
I am a drop in the ocean. I am one star in a universe of many. Yet I am unique. I am energy. I am connected to everyone and everything. Yet, I am alone.
By Anna Boisvert11 months ago in Poets
Seminole Wind
My parents' divorce was final when I was around 5 years old. I remember bursting into tears when my mom told me, even though I think the only thing I knew about it all was that everything was going to be different.
By Anna Boisvert12 months ago in Families
Saying Goodbye
When I got the news mom had left this world, suddenly I was exhausted: I mean eyes burning, body dragging exhausted. She had started refusing all meds except pain and was choosing end of life. She had fought for a long time, and she told me she was tired and ready to go.
By Anna Boisvertabout a year ago in Families
Walterville
Walterville. One evening while at my Aunt and Uncle's house, my cousin, Alanna, walked out of the room, and something not entirely different walked back in.
By Anna Boisvertabout a year ago in Fiction
Starting Over.
Just to be clear, I am not moving. Starting over, however, IS up in my world. I am no stranger to starting over, having done it multiple times in my life.
By Anna Boisvertabout a year ago in Humans
Afterthought
I woke in the middle of the night to a sound that was not mine. It was low, a breath from another world. My dream had been intense. I was crying and could not catch my breath. It jarred me awake and I heard it.
By Anna Boisvert2 years ago in Humans
Hometown:
I was born in South Florida, Hollywood to be exact. And I spent the first nine, almost 10, years of my life growing up in Miami.
By Anna Boisvert2 years ago in Humans

Anna Boisvert

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Looking For Socks in the Underwear Drawer

The Constable

The Filing Cabinet

Belonging

The Mistaken Path

The Drop and the Ocean

Seminole Wind

Saying Goodbye

Walterville

Starting Over.

Afterthought

Hometown:

Stories (28/0)