Karen Jorgenson
Stories (4/0)
Zombie Pizza Palace
We were hungry for more than brains as Annalisa and I set on our quest to find nourishment. It was dark and cold and as the wind twisted through the holes in our clothing we found ourselves tripping over the rags that were our jeans. We were dressed our best for the yearly zombie parade of 2012
By Karen Jorgenson3 years ago in Feast
There Is Always Hope
Jackie Joy didn’t know where to go or how to get her next meal. Tear streaks from various days, now ordinary to her, created a tree bark timeline on her cheeks. She had lost her way; her age, gender, depth of thought, and will to live had escaped in the middle of a night she could not remember with life’s goals and dreams tucked and folded sweetly in a briefcase she had never seen.
By Karen Jorgenson3 years ago in Motivation