Lyn McClatchey
Bio
I am an American writer, born and raised in Illinois. Aside from writing, I enjoy crafting, reading, and spending time with my loving husband and two sons. I have taken creative writing courses and am a therapist for autistic children.
Stories (23/0)
The Pantera Party
As I stood in the kitchen talking to Sarah, I suddenly became aware of the deafening silence coming from the living room. It was off. Someone had turned off my Pantera CD. The person who silenced my outward thoughts, my escape from the anger that sweltered inside me, would pay. “Who turned off my Pantera?” I screamed at everyone in the living room. As my face turned beet red with vexation, I almost popped a vein in my forehead. Complete silence. No one dared confess they were the fool who had awoken the beast. I wrathfully pressed play on the CD player in an attempt to focus my exorbitant amount of rage on something other than the living, breathing bodies before me. I stomped back to the kitchen to finish my conversation with Sarah. As the CD screams the words “the releasing of anger can better any medicine under the sun” I thought to myself how truly accurate those words were. Pantera got me. All the teenage angst, being lost, rejected, alone. They seemed to understand my very being and expressed it in a way I, myself lacked.
By Lyn McClatchey3 years ago in Beat
The Unique and Beautiful Style of the Victorian Women
I, myself would be pleased to see the styles of the Victorian era to return. There are many aspects of this era which appeal to me, beyond their appearance. They had certain ideals and morals which influenced their unique style. I feel these are important attributes and unfortunately, were lost as the years progressed. The Victorians were, indeed, ahead of their time.
By Lyn McClatchey3 years ago in Viva
A New Day for Bella
On a cool winter morning, with its dreary haze, Bella had made a difficult, yet overdue decision. He would no longer hurt her, nor the children. Oh the children, innocent, trusting, now broken children. Their innocence ripped away, he’d broken their trust.
By Lyn McClatchey3 years ago in Families