Joanna Celeste
Bio
I love to cook, dance, sing, clean, study, invent, color and write. I am enamored with the magic of the every day things, the simple things, and the discovery of new things in areas I had thought I knew. Life is a fantastic breeding ground.
Stories (13/0)
The Cure That Wouldn't Come
I am seven, huddled in a corner of the bathroom, breath suspended. No one can see me behind this locked door. No one can hear me, either. I have mastered the art of crying noiselessly. But still I hold my breath, wait for the sounds of footsteps to pass.
By Joanna Celeste3 years ago in Psyche
The Value of 99 Cents
[Short note to my readers: you may have noticed I'm pulling a lot from my archives--I just discovered the majority of my old writings have vanished from the Internet, so I'm repurposing the few that survived, and may be either entertaining or of use, before even these are gone from the ethers.]
By Joanna Celeste3 years ago in Journal
10:42 pm
[Originally published on my old blog, Halloween, 2013.] Natasha shivered in the corner of the shattered room, racing against the sputtering warmth of her dying candle. She held in her numb hands her last connection to the outside world—the Morse Code telegraph that had been serendipitously stowed with the emergency supplies in the one corner of the room not destroyed. Or perhaps the devices had been placed everywhere, in the event of catastrophe, but there was no one left to ask.
By Joanna Celeste3 years ago in Horror
The Fields of Lisbon
Originally published in Cochran’s Corner, 2003, and then in The Storyteller, 2004. A quiet whisper swept through the fields of Lisbon and the flowers leaned in to listen. It wouldn’t be long before Isabella, the girl in the cottage with the red-tiled roof, came out to play.
By Joanna Celeste3 years ago in Families
Introducing Cliff Hines
In 2013, I reviewed Wanderlust and interviewed Cliff Hines for Blogcritics. The links to the original articles on Blogcritics no longer exist, but I will reference the Seattle Post Intelligencer, who reprinted the review and interview, parts one and two.
By Joanna Celeste3 years ago in Beat
Between the Signs
I used to ride public transportation in Los Angeles, in the mid 2010s. I met a wide range of people that way, encountering everything from a die-hard racist who demanded a black person ride a separate bus to a person who went off on the bus driver, screaming and attempting to grab the wheel.
By Joanna Celeste3 years ago in Wander
