Staci Troilo

Joined June 2021

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Staci's love for writing is only surpassed by her love for family and friends, and that relationship-centric focus is featured in her work, regardless of the genre she's currently immersed in. https://stacitroilo.com

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No One Gets Through Unscathed
If there is a point to all things Whether we’re peasants or kings Could someone explain The abundance of pain And the absence of joy that life brings?
By Staci Troiloabout a year ago in Poets
Time is Relative
The minutes and hours are slow As today goes, so goes tomorrow But the years fly right by In the blink of an eye And I wonder—where did the time go?
By Staci Troiloabout a year ago in Poets
Whose Time is Worth More?
The doctor said not to be late. That’s a no-show; we’ll charge the full rate. So, early was I but my efforts were nigh. An hour the staff made me wait.
By Staci Troiloabout a year ago in Poets
Making Matters Worse
The food made my stomach upset. But now I am starting to fret. The meds made it worse. “You’re allergic,” said the nurse.
By Staci Troiloabout a year ago in Poets
Unfair
I’ve a colleague who hates to do work Ask him to, he’ll go berserk Spends all day on Twitter And that makes me bitter It’s a kindness to say he’s a jerk
By Staci Troiloabout a year ago in Poets
Enigmatic
endless days linger fleeting years pass too quickly time anomalous
By Staci Troiloabout a year ago in Poets
Witch Hunt
Ann kicked a stone down the dusty path. “Are you both clear about what you need to do?” Abigail played with the end of one of her braids. “I don’t know if I can do that. We’re not supposed to lie.”
By Staci Troiloabout a year ago in Fiction
Voices of the Past
If walls could talk… I’ve always hated that statement. Walls can talk. We can hear, see, feel. I should know, as I am one.
By Staci Troiloabout a year ago in Fiction
The Mysterious Case of the Disappearing Socks
She put them in the laundry in pairs, but when they came out of the dryer, they were singles. Where did the socks go?
By Staci Troilo2 years ago in Petlife
Read or Dream
Wool-lined slippers warm my feet Grandpa’s old cardigan gives me a hug Flames in the fireplace cast comforting heat The scent of Irish coffee wafts from my mug
By Staci Troilo2 years ago in Poets
An Element of Truth
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. Emily scowled. These were her woods. She lived here to be away from people. Relied on seclusion to keep her sane. Craved total isolation as much as she craved breath. She needed it.
By Staci Troilo2 years ago in Horror
The Great Watermelon Debate
Saturday, June 5, 1976 Annual Forza Family Reunion, Cavalier Park “Did anyone bring salt?” As I stepped away from the buffet line, I scanned the picnic tables for a white shaker among the detritus of plates, cups, napkins, and utensils.
By Staci Troilo2 years ago in Families

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Staci Troilo

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No One Gets Through Unscathed

Time is Relative

Whose Time is Worth More?

Making Matters Worse

Unfair

Enigmatic

Witch Hunt

Voices of the Past

The Mysterious Case of the Disappearing Socks

Read or Dream

An Element of Truth

The Great Watermelon Debate

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