Michelle Renee Kidwell
Bio
Abled does not mean enabled. Disabled does not mean less abled.” ― Khang Kijarro Nguyen
Fighting to end ableism, one, poem, story, article at a time. Will you join me?
Stories (71/0)
Like a Letter Written in the Sand Part One Revised
Part One (Revised) It had been six weeks since her world had been turned upside down. A month had passed since he’d declared his love for her. However, the memories of being trapped in that car, for what seemed like an eternity, she’d have flashbacks of the truck coming at her. Out of control, the impact crushed her car like an accordion, crushing her legs. Later Anna-leis would learn that the driver of the truck had an alcohol level over three times the legal limit, a fact that left Anna-leis seething with anger, and left Clarence wanting to do something to protect Anna-leis, but he couldn’t protect her from an idiot getting behind the wheel so wasted, he couldn’t protect her, not the way he wanted to, and at the time he had nearly lost her, he hadn’t found the courage to tell her how much he loved her, that happened when he was sitting next to her hospital bed two weeks after he had gotten the call she’d been flown to New Hope Hospital, the hospital most equipped to deal with her severe injuries. He’d kept vigil by her bedside for two weeks, praying he wouldn’t lose her. No one had ever made him feel the way she did. He would risk his life for her.
By Michelle Renee Kidwell6 months ago in Fiction
She Threw Me A Party
They may forget what you said but they will not forget how you made them feel.” Carl Buechner I’ve shared the story of a horrible teacher I had, a soul crushing teacher who seemed to get a twisted pleasure in crushing her students.
By Michelle Renee Kidwellabout a year ago in Education