Alaskan Grown Freelance Writer 🤍 Lover of Prose
Former Deckhand & Barista 🤍 Always a Pleaser & Eggshell-Walker
Lifelong Animal Lover & Whisperer 🤍 Ever the Student & Seeker
Traveler 🤍 Dreamer 🤍 Wanderer
Happily Lost 🤍 Luckily in Love
Painted into Place
He sat on the edge of the bed, staring at the red dresser that stood mockingly against the opposite wall. Everything about the dresser reminded him of her. It’s soft and sensual curves blurred into the white paint and looked as though it was not a real dresser but a part of the wall.
The Valley of Plenty: Rise of the Amadan
There weren’t always dragons in the valley, nor had there been anything more than whispers of their existence for an age. The great beasts of old had become mere myths that were told to children in the dark hours of the night to fill them with wonder and to fuel their imaginations.
Beyond the Boundary
The moon reflects off the sea of ice and snow that surrounds me, illuminating my presence for those who would seek me. I hesitate and scan the fields of white for movement before lowering the shawl that covers my face and removing my gloves. My fingers have been numb for hours, and I blow what little warmth still resides inside of me into my palms, embracing the sharp pain that follows.
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Returning Home for the First TimeRunner-Up in Chapters Challenge
It had been almost two years since I had been back home. The drive from the airport in Anchorage to the high school in Seward took less than two hours as it was summer, and the road was free of the usual snow and ice that covered it nine out of twelve months of the year. Every curve in the road was familiar.
A Degree is a Hard Thing to Come By
I can still remember the first C I ever received in college. It was my first semester, back when I was fresh out of high school and still a “traditional student.” I remember the sudden and intense shame and failure that I felt, and the overwhelming desire to disappear from Nicholls, from civilization, from life.
Liwu at the Harbor, Fort Bragg, CA 2009 I still remember the day that he came into my world. It was shortly after Hurricane Katrina had forced us to relocate to Baton Rouge, and I was feeling lonelier than I had in a long time. I had been praying and asking for a friend and spending my days in bed, feeling sorry for myself.
No Damsels Here: The Chapter All About Mom
I was eleven years old the day that I successfully changed a tire for the first time. We were on the side of the road next to a bayou in southern Louisiana when our car blew a tire, and my mother seized the opportunity to teach my sister and I yet another survival skill.