Beyond the Event Horizon
Take me beyond The Event HORIZON raise my EYES HIGHER than the edge of all I think I KNOW, farther than all the places I GO…
OUTSIDE the CIRCLE
11:02. The smell of Blazin’ Hot Cheetos makes me choke. A chubby-faced eleven year-old is the source, her face an inch from mine. She holds a pistol against my cheek and scowls.
What We Can’t Live Without (inspired by true events)
(Warning: A dead body is described in a non-graphic manner in this story.) I was ﬁshin’ with Rip at the lake near our house, catchin’ nothin’, and into my second pimento cheese sandwich, when Rip decided we were movin’ to a better spot. Me bein’ 9, him bein’ 12, I pretty much didn’t get a say when Mama and Daddy weren’t around.
What Moonbeams Do If Given the Opportunity
They brought me to The Old Barn. I was surprised by it. It was run-down, and from the outside it seemed just not enough to be what it was meant to be, or to do what it was meant to do, or hold all that it was meant to hold.
Re-Mommying The Tiny Monster
Supposed to love myself… Reparent My Inner Kid The Scowling Little Me, This Growling Tiny Monster. Give her something stuffed, I suppose…