Erin Smith
Stories (4/0)
Life of an Owl Woman
Saoirse Byrne didn't want to believe the screeches that kept her awake for the last two nights were a warning of her loved one's impending death. She denied it, as much as she denied her heritage over the years and extended family obligations. Then her husband got cancer, and she was desperate to understand the meaning as if old traditions and superstitions held a secret to prolonging his fate.
By Erin Smith2 years ago in Fiction
What did we sell?
"Just a glass of water, no ice," the old man said in a raspy voice to the waitress as she took our orders. Juan called him the benefactor, a sickly old man dressed in a refined black coat, baggy suit, black mask, and what looked to be an old-style of Ray-Ban sunglasses. We sat at a booth at the Frontier restaurant across from the University of New Mexico, a sort of hub for some of our commissions and client meetings.
By Erin Smith3 years ago in Horror
Speak With My Voice
The beginning of every year is a ritual for a fresh start. It's a time to visualize where you want to go, and who you want to be. Articles are written, habits redefined, and even kids in school write out resolutions for their assignments. A restart is setting an intentional direction, and moving in one direction ensures that one can improve over time.
By Erin Smith3 years ago in Motivation