Linda Caroll

Joined February 2021

0 stories

Bio

“Imagination is the golden-eyed monster that never sleeps.

It must be fed; it cannot be ignored.”

― Patricia A. McKillip

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Stories (9/0)

The Mocking of Jean Paul
I woke up screaming again, Mama's hand on my shoulder. Shh, darling, hush, she whispers, hush, as if anyone is going to hear my screams out here in the middle of nowhere.
By Linda Caroll3 years ago in Fiction
A Cat is A Cat, No Matter The Size
Ernest Hemingway had one thing going for him and it wasn't the Nobel Prize he won in 1954. It wasn't the Pulitzer he won, either. Nor the pithy quotes people credit him, most of which he didn't say.
By Linda Caroll3 years ago in Earth
Oh, The Irony Of His Picnic Spot
Let me tell you something about being at a cemetery. Motion catches your eye. Instantly. Mostly, things aren't supposed to move, there. And if they do, it's supposed to be at night. Not in the middle of a sunny summer afternoon with blue skies above.
By Linda Caroll3 years ago in Earth
Top Story - June 2021
Regal, Yet Also RidiculousTop Story - June 2021
King Henry VIII had a bum-wiper. And if you're wondering what the heck that has to do with a somewhat strange photo of an elk, hang with me because we're going on a bit of a ride.
By Linda Caroll3 years ago in Earth
Baby Bedhead Gets Her Ears Pierced
It was a beautiful Spring day with babies everywhere. Tiny ducklings bobbing and floating in a row behind mama on the pond as tiny goslings waddled through long grass behind their mamas.
By Linda Caroll3 years ago in Petlife
The Big Bad Wolf Was Only Ever A Big Fat Lie
He stands 3 feet tall at the shoulder and is just over 6 feet long from his coal black nose to his perpetually wagging tail. His name is Buddy and he's a wolf. A grey wolf, also known as a timber wolf.
By Linda Caroll3 years ago in Earth
The Eyes Are The Windows To The Soul
The eyes are the windows to the soul. A French poet said that in the 16th century, Guillaume de Salluste Du Bartas, and despite that most of us have never heard his name, we agree with his sentiment.
By Linda Caroll3 years ago in Photography
I Am Made Entirely of Rainbows
Bruises blossomed like a watercolor rainbow of gentle pinks easing into fuchsia and deep magenta, pale blue erupting into wild indigo with feathered edges of green.
By Linda Caroll3 years ago in Poets
The Bane of Being a Pisces
The story of Pisces began with a monster. A horrible, terrifying monster with a hundred different heads. Wild boars, bellowing beasts and fire breathing dragons, and every head had blazing red eyes that glowed with fire, and never once closed in sleep.
By Linda Caroll3 years ago in Futurism