Cory Wright-Maley
Bio
Beginning fiction writer, just looking to hone my skills
Stories (3/0)
The Wedding Party
There’s a fine line between solitude and loneliness. This place is one of solitude for me. It’s silent except for the crows who keep watch over it and the sparrows that dart about the honeysuckle hedging. It doesn’t belong here, the honeysuckle. It was originally from somewhere in East Asia, I’m going to guess China. You can hardly go wrong guessing China because it’s the biggest country, unless you count Russia, which I don’t. But I digress, which is of course my luxury to do. There’s no one to hurry me. Now, where was I? Oh, the honeysuckle.
By Cory Wright-Maley3 years ago in Fiction
The Legend of El Segador
“Just one more! Please!” they begged. “It’s not that late, and we’re not tired!” I looked at their expectant, adolescent faces illuminated by the light of the campfire. The last rays of the sun had finally disappeared behind the granite sentinels standing to the West of us. The long shadows of pines and birches retreating, too, from the glow of the fire. “Okay, just one more,” I relented.
By Cory Wright-Maley3 years ago in Fiction
The Marigold Eater
Sunset on the boulevard of dreams is hardly a way to describe the squalor that is this stretch of my walk to work from my neighborhood home to the glass and steel monument to many successful acquisions. Partially emptied paint cans tipped on their sides drip their contents into what was once a small stream that has long dried up. An assortment of detritus built up over years of neglect. I recognize the tattered remnants of fast food containers that were once styrofome clamshells; ancient debris.
By Cory Wright-Maley3 years ago in Fiction