Leslie Writes
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Another struggling millennial. Writing is my creative outlet and stress reliever.
Stories (118/0)
He Was Dead When We Found Him
A couple of weeks ago I started smelling something rotten coming from the basement. It came on gradually and I noticed it getting a little stronger every time I went down there to do laundry. I’d recently lost and regained my sense of smell after I had Covid, so I thought it could be my nose playing tricks on me. But eventually the stink grew so powerful, it triggered a long forgotten memory from my childhood. It reminded me of the time we found a dead mouse inside our fold out couch.
By Leslie Writes2 years ago in Confessions
My Complicated Relationship with Pulp Fiction
After weeks of indecision, it’s time to find something to wear. This is my first co-ed Halloween party. Someone with a “cool mom” is hosting. My search for a costume has come up short because for us theater kids, a Halloween costume must always be homemade and fit into one of the following categories.
By Leslie Writes2 years ago in Geeks
Hot Girl Summer
One of the requirements for my Bachelor’s degree was an internship at a professional theater. It was the summer between my Junior and Senior year. There were only a handful of us in the acting track at my small liberal arts college. We carpooled to one of those “cattle call” auditions where all the regional theaters find college kids for their summer productions.
By Leslie Writes2 years ago in Confessions
Spirit’s Fortune
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. Jack Jenkins and his brother, Elisha lit several more candles forming a circle around the table in the center of the room. They prepared everything exactly as instructed. If all went according to plan, this night would change their lives forever.
By Leslie Writes2 years ago in Fiction
Struggles of a Would Be Minimalist
Our little family of three is nearing the end of its long slow crawl to home ownership. As we begin to pack up our belongings, I pause to take stock of these things that have survived all the phases of our lives so far. There's stuff from the past seven years since our daughter was born. There’s a bunch of junk from the six years my husband and I were married, but still childless. And I can’t forget the crap we brought into the mix as singles.
By Leslie Writes2 years ago in Confessions
The Freedom to Learn and the Path to Peace
My daughter recently overheard a conversation I was having with my husband about Ukraine. You’d be surprised what kids pick up on and what they are curious about. We started talking about it in the car on the way to the store. I remember my parents broaching difficult subjects while stuck in traffic. Likewise, I’d occasionally ask them some difficult questions from the back seat of the car. There you have a captive audience.
By Leslie Writes2 years ago in The Swamp
Saint Patrick’s Day: Expectation vs. Reality
Here’s to the cavalcade of holidays that get us through the cold months: Halloween, Thanksgiving, Christmas, New Years, Valentines Day…And this is where it begins to lose momentum…Saint Patrick’s Day. As a kid, March 17th meant nothing more than loaded baked potatoes in the school cafeteria and getting pinched for not wearing green. I'd also be reminded that I am somewhat Irish and formerly Catholic, but now not particularly religious on my father’s side. That was basically it. American Saint Patrick’s Day is a bit of a sham anyway, like Cinco de Mayo, a holiday with real significance to an entire culture turned into an excuse to get drunk.
By Leslie Writes2 years ago in Proof
- Top Story - February 2022
Diamonds Give Me HeartburnTop Story - February 2022
I think I was nine when my Nana took me to get my ears pierced. She might have been more excited about it than I was. She even bought me a little pair of diamond chip earrings to switch into once I was healed. “These are very special and expensive,” she said, placing the velvet box into my hand. “You have to take good care of them.”
By Leslie Writes2 years ago in Confessions