Author: Noelle Currie

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Dream October 2012

I was a gypsy child last night. My skin tanned by countless days beneath the sun of our forest. Only about 13 or 14. When the soldiers come and separate us, I recall glimpses...

Life Poem 0

Our Bed

Life Poem   I get up to pee at four in the morning. Like most four in the mornings, The apartment is cold and dark. The cat’s claws skitter across the linoleum, chasing something unseen...

Flash Fiction Exercises 0

Flash Fiction Exercises

Flash Fiction Exercises   Dry: One Syllable Rejection He stands from the bed, as if I’d gone. His strides are long as he moves to the edge of the room. His spine pokes up through...

fiction about city life 0

Stacks

Short Story   My roommate, April, moved into my apartment on a Sunday. She brought the sun with her. I helped her carry boxes up from her Jetta and into the tiny room I...

The Lighthouse 0

The Lighthouse

I woke with the dawn that morning. The sunlight fell in through the window and it was moments before I realized where I was. The bed was as hard as frozen hay beneath me....

short story about struggles in life 0

O is for Orphan

It seems that the sea is home after all. I labored on the churning brine since boyhood, hauling in the bulging nets, scraping my hands on the antiquated equipment, lulled to sleep by the...

Life Poetry 0

The Present Past

Life Poetry   The baguette shaped scar on my finger reminds me of a time when I still believed in magic When I thought I was the reincarnation of a pharaoh’s wife When I used...