Tina D'Angelo
Bio
G-Is for String is now available in Ebook, paperback and audiobook by Audible!
https://a.co/d/iRG3xQi
G-Is for String: Oh, Canada! and Save One Bullet are also available on Amazon in Ebook and Paperback.
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Stories (152/0)
Snowhumps continued
The last thing I remember was falling asleep in a soft, white cloud. It was so cozy and warm, I didn't want to move. When I awoke, I saw the Buzzard circling above me, gazing coldly down at me with his beady eyes; plucking and pulling at me, ripping me out of my slumber with persistent attacks.
By Tina D'Angelo2 months ago in Chapters
This Savage Love
"I've booked an appointment for you at the clinic in Baltimore. Here's the address. You have two days to get there. Don't be late, and don't change your mind," My dance agent, Angel, spat at me tersely, handing me a slip of her designer notepaper before dismissing me.
By Tina D'Angelo2 months ago in Families
- Top Story - January 2024
Sara JayneTop Story - January 2024
I remember sitting in that crowded bin for the longest time. Everyone ignored me. Soon, all my neighbors were gone. I was the last one left. Christmas was only a few days away. At least, that's what everyone in the store was saying. I didn't know what that meant. All I knew was that the people seemed to be getting angrier and greedier by the minute, so Christmas must be a terrible thing.
By Tina D'Angelo3 months ago in Fiction
New Pangean Shift
"As you can clearly see by studying the map of present-day continents before the Carboniferous-Jurassic period Pangea from 336-175 million BC, each land mass fits together like a perfectly assembled puzzle," I explained to the handful of students assembled in the cavernous auditorium.
By Tina D'Angelo3 months ago in Chapters
One Man's Skating Pond
When my children were young we homeschooled. Winter sports activities were limited when you had no Gymnasium, so we improvised. As I was drinking my morning Tequila and getting ready for a dull day of reading, writing, and arithmetic, I spied a shiny ribbon of ice, nestled in a wooded area just beyond our yard, in no man's land.
By Tina D'Angelo3 months ago in Fiction
Miracles
Many years ago, I lived with an abusive man, who outweighed me by 150 pounds. One frigid night in February, he had me by the neck and was slamming my head into the living room wall. I knew he was about to kill me. As I was losing consciousness, a dove landed on our balcony railing. My abuser stopped and marveled, thinking he could lure the bird inside. That dove gave me just enough time to escape the apartment.
By Tina D'Angelo3 months ago in Fiction
A Singular World of Writers
In a world where it is believed that all authors are rich and famous, the world of Vocal, and similar sites are astonishing to me. Having stumbled upon Vocal a full year ago, six months into my serious writing journey, I couldn't believe a place like this existed. A venue where my paltry attempts at writing garnered kind words of encouragement from others, who were in love with the pen and paper, just as I was. It was as if I'd landed upon a soft, warm cloud of words, that carried me from one challenge to another, beckoning the unplumbed depths of my ability.
By Tina D'Angelo3 months ago in Writers
Who Dunnit?
It was a fine day for watching migrating birds, so hubby and I made a trip to our local bird-watching site, Sage Creek promontory. We had bundled up in thick, wooly sweaters and hiking boots for our jaunt. The air was crisp and smelled like burning leaves and the sweet, rotting apples that dotted the ground in the field on the other side of the road.
By Tina D'Angelo4 months ago in Criminal