Samantha Parry
Bio
Samantha is a NYC based writer and actress. Previous works include writing and directing her play, Brothers, Sisters, Husbands and Wives. For more, follow her Instagram, @SamanthaLynParry or check out her website, www.SamanthaLynParry.com
Stories (5/0)
Intersecting Lines
Two lost lovers meet under the clock at Grand Central Station, the point where x and y come together. The minutes tick by, people pass, trains come and go, but for them, time moves backwards. His smile brings back spring. Her eyes bring back snowy winters. A lost touch, a familiar voice, an unfinished story. The question of what could have been if different choices were made. But tonight, he will get on one train and she on another, headed in opposite directions, as they did years ago, each one, a line, with a definite trajectory, never to intersect again.
By Samantha Parry11 months ago in Fiction
Guardians of the Garden
One cool, early April morning, while the dew hung silent and still from newborn flower petals, Mr. Bee was already up and buzzing about the community garden. The hive woke early, particularly in spring, each bee with their own set of duties for the day. Mr. Bee spent the last three years stationed at the lilac bushes, an assignment he thoroughly enjoyed. The fresh, sweet aroma of the lilacs, and the little, pale purple flowers clustered together like tiny butterflies, hanging ever so slightly, like veils protecting the tree’s secrets, made every day a joy for Mr. Bee. He whistled a pleasant tune as he hopped from lilac to lilac, collecting nectar and pollen and enjoying the fragrant air.
By Samantha Parryabout a year ago in Fiction
The Run Away Train
I never liked trains. Or airplanes. Or cars. I guess I never liked traveling all together. Babies cry while adults cough and sniffle with an open mouth showing no concern for the people around them. The food is bad, the air is stale, and no matter how hard you try, there’s no good way to rest your head in a sleeping position. This train, however, is very different. I have no idea how I got here. I have no idea where I’m going. But thats nothing new. Am I in New Jersey? Have I left Manhattan? Either way, it doesn’t matter. This train has no babies or food or uncomfortable seats, or any seats. It has one thing, the most important thing, a bar. A bar supplied with seemingly bottomless bottles of liquor and a bartender handing out drinks to me and all the other passengers like blankets at a refugee camp. The most amazing part, is that none of the drinks cost anything. It’s all free!
By Samantha Parry2 years ago in Fiction
The Tech Industry Is No Place For A Woman
Being a woman in the tech industry is difficult enough by today’s standards. Try doing it in the early eighties, before Hillary Clinton popularized the pant suit and only a decade after the bra burning movement. My mother was one of the brave women who conquered the field and still managed to make it home in time for dinner (most nights). Working for IBM in the peak of its existence, she pioneered the use of SAP, a software system that, after years of explanation, still eludes me. During that time she received a software utility patent that I also don’t understand. Clearly I did not follow in her footsteps.
By Samantha Parry3 years ago in Viva
The Day I Learned To Dance
Working as a nurse in a hospital, you are exposed to death more than the common person. Upon arriving here, I was warned not to get too attached to any of the patients. It’s the only way to maintain your mental stability in a field where pain is as common as a stapler in a law office. I did well with the concept until a woman named Naomi was placed in my care. At the end of her life she trusted me with her memories and gave me the gift of 20,000 dollars she left behind, a sum that changed my life.
By Samantha Parry3 years ago in Journal
