With a BA in English and MSc in Creative Writing, writing is my life. I have edited and beta read as a freelancer for a few years with some published stories and poems of my own. You can learn more about me at thewritersscrapbin.com.
Writing and Seasonal Affective Disorder
It's that time of year again. Winter will be coming soon, and that means singing, gifts, and decorations as various holidays are celebrated. It also means, for multiple locations, that it's getting colder, rainier, perhaps even snowy. The days are growing shorter. And many people are suffering from Seasonal Affective Disorder, or SAD.
The Life of a Seal
A little one used to visit me when I was a pup. A male, I believe. Gangly appendages and pale skin with only a patch of black fur on his head—and his eyes, his beautiful dark eyes. I could have stared into them all day. When I put my flipper against the invisible wall, he would do the same. After the first few visits, he would be the one to put his misshapen flipper up first, and I would press mine against his. The big one with him always laughed at this. I could never hear her below the water, but I recognized the motions from my trips to the surface to breathe and eat and enjoy the sun. I bet she had a beautiful laugh.
Do Not Open
November 8, 2022, 7:11 a.m. Looking after the dogs while Mom and Dad are away. Admittedly, I’m already pretty paranoid. A package arrived via drone a few minutes ago—isn’t it too early for a delivery? I don’t remember ordering anything, anyway. Did Mom? She never mentioned any packages. I’ll have to ask. Better bring it in before the rain soaks it or someone tries to steal it. That drone must’ve drawn a lot of attention. I didn’t even know drones delivered up here.