Stay at home mom, part-time writer (do you have to get paid to call yourself a writer?), constant reader
A More Minor Fall
“I told her not to listen to the snake,” the squirrel said. He was watching dappled sunlight dancing over his swollen, white belly. His friend, sat beside him looking dejected. The other squirrels chased each other playfully through the branches of the pear tree.
Fight, Flight, or Freeze, Bookends, and Smile
Fight, Flight or Freeze As he crushed her into the floor, hot breath on her neck, she imagined herself sinking, cells merging
Oscar cleaned his glasses while he waited for the waitress to come to his table. The flight had been long but the night in the hotel had been refreshing, made all the more delightful because he was so far from home. He was surprised two weeks ago when his company asked him to travel. He’d always taken and analyzed samples from lakes close to home but he was at the top of his field, now. When Miranda had first called Oscar into her office his instinct was to be nervous about his job. She was shifting paper with one hand and looking at the computer screen with the other.
Three Short Nature Poems
Flawed The murre does not fear its dive, nor the rock its tumble into lava pooled. The bee does not fear its fatal sting,
3 Vampire Movies For 3 Moods
So, you’re in the mood for a vampire movie? I have long been a fan of the vampire. They first captivated me as a young reader with Anne Rice’s Vampire Chronicles. If you haven’t read them, I highly recommend! If you have read them, wanna start a book club? Anyway, the movie “Interview with A Vampire '' was released about 27 years ago and was a fairly faithful adaptation of the book. It was also a great movie in its own right that any self-respecting vampire fan should have devoured by now.
You take in a deep ragged, breath. It really was always going to end this way, you just hadn’t known that yet.
The Perfectly Reasonable Series of Events that Led Me to the China Shop
For as long as I remember I have been attracted to the color red. I hate to be a stereotype but sometimes there is truth in such things. There was red in the place I came from but mostly it was varying shades of brown. The smell would be enough to drive anyone mad. It took eight long months but I decided I would not suffer the same fate as my brothers.
The contents of Joel’s shoebox were laid out on the table in front of his crying mother when he got home from work. His mother was on a cleaning kick suddenly mother of the year and she must have taken it upon herself to barge through his room and now he had to deal with this problem. He felt like his soul was laid bare on that table, spread over its pocked and scratched surface like junk mail. He felt the rage rising within him but he refused to allow himself to be dominated by it.