Michele J.
Bio
Hello! Thanks for stopping in. My writing has appeared in notebooks, forgotten scraps of papers and a box in the attic for years. I enjoy reading, writing, crafting, gardening and being a Patriot. Feedback welcome & appreciated.
Stories (6/0)
A Hue of Blue
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By Michele J.about a year ago in Poets
When No One Else Will
It did not take too much prodding to get Dave and Damian join her to do a bigger project. She spoke to Dave several times a week since arriving home. If she wanted to plan something bigger, she needed information from him. At first the conversations were all business, now she just looked forward to talking to him. When he told her about a waystation for the kids; it was like a punch in the face. She just knew that was the target.
By Michele J.2 years ago in Fiction
When No One Else Will
Arriving home, dropping her bags and kicking off her shoes. She grabs a beer, pours a tall shot and lights a smoke. Plopping down on the couch, heavily putting her feet on the coffee table. She stares at the blank TV screen, feeling overall good about the trip, but also melancholy. Her 4D sense has turned into a burning monster. It sits somewhere between her belly button and sternum. A relentless ball of fire, a constant reminder. Pushing her to do more, make a bigger difference, gnawing away at her, telling her penalties must be paid, retribution due making her nerves as tight as a guitar string vibrating a constant tune. In the many hours it took to get home, the fire never let up. Only urging her to move faster, it became a conversation in her head.
By Michele J.2 years ago in Fiction
When No One Else Will
Casey and her mom sat outside of the café holding their coffee cups; it was brisk this morning. Her mom telling her about some of the costumes the kiddos were wearing last night. She was supposed be there, but she canceled. It was not entirely a lie; feeling sick. She needed some download time. She remembered at one point; thinking about using the costume on Halloween night at her mom's. That was before the gravity of the situation set in, true she felt no remorse. The act itself did not bother her. The two things she had gnawing at her were; The trust she put in people; she did not know, blindly following instructions; this troubled her. This was out of character, since the mugging for sure. The other; She was lucky; Hank could have had a gun or a knife. In a life and death scenario, can she defend herself? These are the parts she needed to deal with. “Casey, Casey Earth to Casey.” her mom was saying with a smile.
By Michele J.2 years ago in Fiction
Menard and May MaCaw
On an island far away lived two birds. They were husband and wife, Menard and May MaCaw. They were very happy on their island in their jungle. They had lived there many years and knew every one that lived there. Every morning Menard would get up early to forage for breakfast before May woke up.
By Michele J.2 years ago in Fiction
When No One Else Will
She stands staring at the large envelope on her kitchen table. Everything just got more real to her. What started out as a joke is no longer funny. She reaches for the envelope, trying to convince herself this will turn out to be a joke and something to laugh about with Damian. Her gut is telling her otherwise, as she tears it open a driver's license slips out, it is her picture, a recent picture, but not her name. Beckey Keller, from Whitehouse, Kansas. She dumps out the envelope, there is a plane ticket to Hollywood Burbank Airport, a ticket to a Halloween Horror Night, a hotel reservation number, $10,000 dollars in $100.00 bills and a sticky note that reads Hank Terms, 10:00pm, The Exorcist, Red door. Damian said she would get her target and instructions; she stares at the money wondering if she can pull this off. Her anger reassures her, I can do this. The thought of what is happening and all that goes unchecked is to say the least.... infuriating. She told Damian if no one was going to stop these things from happening she would certainly try. So, here she is looking at her first opportunity.
By Michele J.2 years ago in Fiction
