Margaret Maxfield
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Stories (6/0)
The Tracks We Leave
Chapter 3: Stasia I drove up to the base gate, two stone guard shacks side by side with a narrow lane between, and a pull off on the right. A large thoroughfare for departing cars was to the left. I had my registration, insurance, and state ID in hand. My foot tapped against the floor board, giving away my nervousness.
By Margaret Maxfield2 years ago in Fiction
The Tracks We Leave-Chapter Two
I felt the probe moving inside me, invading me. Violating me. The pressure caused cramping in my lower abdomen. “We are going to create something special, “ he said. The doctor. Why can’t I see his face? His voice distorted. Like it was coming through an old radio speaker.
By Margaret Maxfield2 years ago in Fiction
The Tracks We Leave-Chapter One
Chapter 2: Jack Early mornings were when I cleared my head, drank my coffee, and had some peace and quiet. Sometimes my life, and its responsibilities, felt crushing. Responsibilities like keeping my brother from becoming a permanent lab rat. Like raising Lilly, and making sure, absolutely sure, nobody ever found out what she could do. It was meditative, and what gave me the strength to get through the rest of the day.
By Margaret Maxfield2 years ago in Fiction
Brave New Sky
There weren’t always dragons in the valley. Once we farmed this land. We loved and nurtured it. When it was scorched it was because of natural disasters not because of rage. I felt my chest swell with anger as I crouched behind the stony outcropping watching the sky for the tell tale sign of danger. Of aggression. Of suppression.
By Margaret Maxfield2 years ago in Fiction