Peter Culbert
Bio
I am a fifty three year old father of three. Diagnosed with Bipolar Disorder late in life I have struggled at times with the road on which I tread. I have a real passion for writing, I may not be very good at it but this will never stop me.
Stories (25/0)
Marla Medizza and the Miopsa mirror. Chapters twenty-three, twenty-four, and twenty-five.
Chapter twenty-three Fraught futures The lady turns around to face her. She is old, her face lined. But her eyes are the ones Marla knows. They are the eyes of her younger sister.
By Peter Culbert3 years ago in Fiction
Marla Medizza and the Miopsa mirror. Chapters twenty, twenty-one, and twenty-two.
Chapter twenty A time to be Lucky. They sail the sable sky. Night welcomes dawn. Dawn opens the door to the warm afternoon air. The heat of sunlight radiating against Marla’s skin. Babulous holds on tight, snuggling his furry head into her shoulder. His whiskers brush against her cheek, the touch comforting. She reaches around, placing her palm on his cheek, caressing him. Whatever Fuckus mountain has in store, she feels secure with Babulous by her side. To her, he is a protector, like her parents.
By Peter Culbert3 years ago in Fiction
Marla Medizza and the Miopsa mirror. The final chapter.
The final chapter Cornelius Darkus. An intense blaze of sunlight fills the bedroom as Marla wakes. Her thoughts draped in darkness, her fear paramount. She pushes her mule onto her foot and paces downstairs toward the kitchen.
By Peter Culbert3 years ago in Fiction
Valentina's last steps.
The distance between Valentina Perez and unknown sanctuary, mere feet, yet a lifetime travelled. A barren desert of dread and torment, now her stage. This, a naked performance watched by the barrel of a smoking rifle in the nosebleeds. Before her, a makeshift barricade that had until this time only harboured in her psyche.
By Peter Culbert3 years ago in Fiction