Marti Maley
Bio
Hi 🙂 my name is Marti. I am an artist and healer living in Alaska & Arizona. I believe in good coffee, chihuahuas, and mental health. I love connecting with fellow artists💛 @msmartimaley
Stories (26/0)
La neige à Paris
The streets of Paris are almost deserted. It is almost 10pm on a weeknight in January, the slowest month of the year. There is a stillness to the streets that is surprising compared to the commotion and bustle of London, where we’ve just taken a train from. I stare out the window, perched on a wooden stool in a cleverly hidden cocktail bar, half-listening to the bartender give my Boyfriend recommendations for modern French cuisine. Every so often a person passes by, bundled up and hunched over from the cold. I turn to my drink, belly warm from the alcohol, and sip slowly. As I lower my glass, my eyes widen.
By Marti Maley3 months ago in Fiction
A Midwinter Awakening
There is snow in my boots. My face stings from the cold, ears numb. My fingers are stiff, frigid even though they are gloved. I stuff them into my pockets to shield them from the wind. My steps are small, unsteady, as if my body refuses to respond to the below-freezing temperature.
By Marti Maley3 months ago in Fiction
Mother Snow
Jenny is awake… but she doesn’t want to be. Her eyes scan the murky world beneath her eyelids. She imagines the sun reaching to her with microscopic Mickey Mouse hands; the white gloves grabbing fistfuls of her lashes as if attempting to pry them open. Jenny’s eyes are usually the last to surrender to the concept of being awake. Besides, she likes the idea of seeing with her eyes closed. She has always been fascinated with beams of light, the strange shapes, and the colors that have no name.
By Marti Maley2 years ago in Fiction