Ellen Cassidy
Bio
I'm a writer residing in Michigan, getting ready to self publish both a novel and a short story collection soon!
Stories (3/0)
The Messenger
Every night at midnight, the purple clouds came out to dance with the blushing sky. The reason I can attest to this celestial display is due to my unrelenting insomnia, and tonight is evening thirteen of my daily jaunt outside. Breathing in the damp October air seemed to be the only sleep aid that worked. That, along with an occasional edible, but I could do without the crazy-ass dreams from ingesting weed. Since turning twenty-seven last year, sleep evades me, like every hot girl I'd even thought about trying to bang. I feel and undoubtedly look like a soulless zombie.
By Ellen Cassidyabout a year ago in Earth
The Beauty of Holland
Sixteen years ago, it was a morning like any other as I helped my son’s first grade teacher herd twenty- five little heads into the classroom. I usually volunteered once a week, and I loved it. I loved the kids’ bustling energy, their innocence. Before the day got started though, the teacher corralled me in the hallway, which made me nervous. Going into the hall never amounted to anything good, I thought.
By Ellen Cassidy2 years ago in Education
Lou and Mel
“What did your friend just call you? Lou?” Simone had just dropped me off, and my old man neighbor Mel was on his porch, again, craning his neck so his wrinkly folds looked even more wrinkly. Ever since his wife Joy died months ago (the sweetest woman who I’d really, really, liked), he literally does nothing else all day except sit out there and be nosy.
By Ellen Cassidy2 years ago in Fiction