Carrie Ann Alexis
Bio
Just me sharing my passion for writing through fictional stories as I do life as a single mom while building a business as a virtual bookkeeper.
Stories (10/0)
To Catch a Fish
Growing up in a small town that rests on the edge of Lake Michigan, along with several other smaller lakes within its borders, one was sure to find the perfect fishing spot. My dad was an avid fisherman and taught us all how to fish. My childhood memories are ones of warm evenings spent with my whole family, fishing at the channel, which at one time connected the smaller Wolf Lake to Lake Michigan.
By Carrie Ann Alexis2 years ago in Families
Rhythm is Gonna Get You
I start my day early like I always do. With coffee and newspaper in hand, I step out on my deck to enjoy the early morning quietness before work. My yard is my haven, my sanctuary, the place I retreat to for peace and quiet. My job on the floor at the Chicago Mercantile Exchange is anything but peaceful. I stand up, take a deep breath of fresh air, and set my things down on the patio table. Stepping off the deck to check on my hanging planters, I near the grass. Something was odd, different. Yes, it was taller than normal, and at the top of my to do list for the weekend. But as I crouch down, I notice a large insect resting on the tip of a grass blade. As my eyes adjust, there are actually thousands of them, all balancing gracefully on the grass tips. Unlike flies, they are undaunted by my presence or sudden movement as I step back. Returning to the patio table to drink my coffee, I open the newspaper, my attention drawn to a headline that reads 17-YEAR ABSENCE BILLIONS OF CICADAS TO DESCEND ON THE MIDWEST. Skimming over the article, I peer out at the scene before me, thinking, yep, they’re here. I go to work, without another thought to this unpleasant intrusion upon my haven.
By Carrie Ann Alexis2 years ago in Fiction
Re-inventing Roni
Not a word, and you won’t get hurt. We’re going for a ride.” The voice is familiar. I am grabbed from behind and before I know it, I am pushed into a van. I recognize the guy holding the door open. As he jumps in, he slides the door shut, and we are plunged into darkness. When the guy who grabbed me flicks on a light, I have to shield my eyes from the brightness until they can focus.
By Carrie Ann Alexis2 years ago in Fiction
Just One Snowflake
Madison thought she could get away with answering emails using her phone until her Wi-Fi was hooked up in her new house, but no such luck. She only had a couple more boxes to unpack when her phone chirps. She skims through the long email, then groans as she realizes she would need her laptop to reply. She wasn’t planning a trip to the library, but it looks like that is where she is headed. Oh well, she could use a break from the unpacking, it shouldn’t take her too long, plus she could stop at the grocery store for some food before the early winter storm hit. The weatherman was estimating it to begin well after midnight.
By Carrie Ann Alexis2 years ago in Fiction
A Walk in the Snow
How is it that she found herself sitting across from this man? She didn’t plan on being in this position ever again. . .laughing, talking. . .feeling. It wasn’t that she was heartless, it’s just that her heart wasn’t available; it was guarded by the wall she carefully built around it. Yet was it?
By Carrie Ann Alexis2 years ago in Fiction
A Trip of a Lifetime
“1.2 million dollars? Did you actually say one. Point. Two. Million. Dollars?” Michael scoots to the edge of his chair as if getting closer will allow him to hear better. One hand is clutching his chest and the other resting on the desk in front of him. With an eyebrow raised, he looks at the lawyer waiting for his reply.
By Carrie Ann Alexis2 years ago in Fiction
Worth It
The rain is pelting my skin like a thousand tiny daggers. The icy water from the river has risen far too quickly and is now rushing around me. I hold on tight to a tree trunk. I know if I start shivering, I won’t be able to hold on. The wind has picked up and the temperature has dropped at least twenty degrees. I knew we should have turned back before the storm hit. My fingers are tingling from the cold. “Adam…I can’t hold on any longer.” Yelling to be heard above the rushing water and the howling wind.
By Carrie Ann Alexis2 years ago in Fiction
A Picture’s Worth
“Alex, I can’t do this anymore.” Rita runs her fingers through her hair, pulling it away from her eyes. We’ve been arguing for the past 15 minutes. “You’re right let’s take a breather. I’ll be back in a few.” I grab my coat off the chair and walk towards the door.
By Carrie Ann Alexis3 years ago in Fiction
- Top Story - October 2021
