S. A. Crawford
Bio
Writer, reader, life-long student - being brave and finally taking the plunge by publishing some articles and fiction pieces.
Stories (167/0)
How to Lose Weight Fast
We drove up the snowy, winding road towards the cozy A-frame cabin. Cody told me that this getaway would change everything: a weekend away to heal our ailing marriage and gloss over his vast indiscretions. It would be a boot camp, he had said, we could work on our flaws.
By S. A. Crawfordabout a year ago in Fiction
"I Know Who Killed Me"
The snow came down in wet, grimy sheets, somewhere between frozen and liquid; on a night like this, the whole city seems to be in mourning. I am, certainly, because the pretty girl on the news, the sixth victim of the "subway ripper" is my friend. Was my friend. Alyssa was the kind of girl that everyone loved, but few people talked about; when her body was found, so disfigured that they had to use the ID in her wallet to find out who she was, people came out of the woodwork from all over the city. Her funeral was standing room only, but that didn't help. Nothing helped.
By S. A. Crawfordabout a year ago in Fiction
Holy Roller
It's not easy to be a Minister in the modern age, though no one believes me. You see, the world wants drama and excitement; they want ex-prisoners, reformed and born again, or glamorous TV evangelists who promise the world in return for a phone donation. Nobody wants to sit with the local Minister and drink weak tea while they arrange for a knitting group at the l care home, or help them to cook and clean for old men who can't get about anymore. Certainly no-one wants to cut their toe nails or help them change their sheets, but someone has to do it.
By S. A. Crawfordabout a year ago in Fiction
Let Them (Not) Eat Cake
We take people in at Christmas, my family; we always have. A small family of mostly women, we don't have many children around to watch, in fact at 29 I'm usually the youngest at the table. So we take people in - friends and neighbours. Over the years our table has seen food, jokes, and customs from Baltic, Celtic, and American friends of all ages, and usually, it goes well.
By S. A. Crawfordabout a year ago in Families
Queen Maidhe's Gift
The Age of Progress dawned with smoke and fire. Things were changing in the cities and fields of the world; men and women toiled in hell-hot workshops filled with molten metal and flying cotton. Arabella Luton watched the changes with untrained eyes, but at the age of eight, she already understood that there was more than one world. There was the world of liquid metal where grey-faced men and women in drab clothes were free to do what they wanted, but lacked the money to do it... and the world she lived in, where money was no problem but freedom was in short supply. She lived like a doll, dressed and coiffed and plucked by her mother until she chafed, patted and petted by her father when it was suitable and ignored when it was not.
By S. A. Crawfordabout a year ago in Fiction
Overcoming Mid-NaNoWriMo Stagnation
So, the 15th of November is approaching like a runaway train and you realize you've hit a block. For days you've been staring at the last sentence of your work in progress, wondering how you got here, what went wrong - where did your ideas and passion go? Don't worry, mid-NaNo fatigue is a phenomenon I'm familiar with, even if you won't find it mentioned in the average psychological journal. Of course, writer's block is a well-recognized problem and it's my humble opinion that the dead end most of us reach mid-NaNoWriMo is a supercharged version of that issue.
By S. A. Crawfordabout a year ago in Journal
The Last Song
Under a bruised sky, ruptured by lightning, in the smoke and haze of the clearance zone, three hundred figures in green and yellow clashed. They fought in a no-man’s land, kicking up ash onto logging machinery while the old forest, bent and weary, shivered. Its canopy was greyish, not green; it stood alone on the barren face of its world, holding memories and desperate animals in equal measure.
By S. A. Crawfordabout a year ago in Fiction