Heather Cumbo
Bio
I once tried to major in Theatre, but ended up going back to my first love, which is Creative Writing. I am a huge bookworm and film buff. I also like theatre (the costume department), classic rock and folk music, and trying new things.
Stories (18/0)
Saddle Britches
A long time ago, in the time that was known as the 1960's, in the mountains of Virginia, lived a girl named Myrtle. She had an older brother named Henry. They loved each other very much and they both loved their parents and tried to help out as much as possible.
By Heather Cumbo2 years ago in Fiction
Soap and Water
My brother was sick. I didn't know exactly what was wrong with him. I heard the word "cancer" mentioned, so I assumed that was it. He didn't look well at all. He was extremely thin and kind of yellowish-looking with bruises all over his face. His name was Tom, and he was eighteen years my senior. It was 1989. I was 10 years old.
By Heather Cumbo3 years ago in Psyche
Ripe
The farmer pulled the pickup truck into the lane that led to the house and glanced at his wife in the passenger seat. She stared out the window, deep in thought. Her brows puckered suddenly as if something had caused her anguish. She gave a shuddering sigh and a tear curved the roundness of her cheekbones.
By Heather Cumbo3 years ago in Fiction
How I 'Asked For It' In School
I was a victim of bullying in school. It has had its life-long effects. Part of my anger and depression I've experienced in life stemmed from the frustration of not knowing what I did to deserve such treatment. I just wanted to be left alone. I tried to be a nice person and couldn't understand why people took such an automatic disliking to me. I'm in my forties now, and I am just now beginning to see things from my schoolmates' points of view. Maybe, just maybe, I was a little too much for most teenagers and the only way they knew how to respond was to laugh and pick on me. Now, I'm not excusing bullies or anything. I still don't think I deserved to be treated the way I was. I'm just saying that I now recognize some of my behaviors as peculiar and could understand other students being taken aback by them
By Heather Cumbo3 years ago in Confessions