What Are You Afraid Of? – Part Five
Serial Fiction “That’s creepy.” Maura thought the same thing. Well, actually, at first she thought that she was crazy. But then she realized that the ‘incident’ was so in keeping with the rest...
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Live to Learn
Poem It only took me half a lifetime, To realize the truths behind the clichés. Things we say every day, but don’t really believe. Things that we must experience to understand. This can...
Cups with Coriander: Cori’s Saucer
Serial Story That night I cried. Really cried for the first time in years. Let all the sadness, anger, frustration and fear flow from my eyes and my mouth, as I wept and gasped...
Cups with Coriander: Filters
Serial Fiction I shivered; why is it always overcast and chilly for a burial? The sea of solemn faces at the graveside braced against the cutting wind, and still-closed umbrellas were clutched in...
What Are You Afraid Of? – Part Four
Short Story “What happened?” She rubbed her forehead and sighed. What HAD happened? It had seemed like a perfectly innocuous evening… Sprawled on the floor, with yarn, glue and glitter around her, Maura...
What Are You Afraid Of? – Part Three
Modern Fable “What sort of things would you say to yourself?” She smiled wryly. She’d been aware of her inner monologue for so long that it was like remembering the meeting of an...
What Are You Afraid Of? – Part Two
Short Story “Is there a way you could avoid triggers?” She had to admit, that sometimes…she could. For example, scary movies, even the lamest kind, dropped silently into her bloodstream like food color...
Outside and In
American Poems Signal I hide in my eyes made of glitter, made of lies I hide in my house of cards. I hide from the fact that you’re never going see me Bleeding...
What Are You Afraid Of?
Psychological Short Stories She looked up. Her hands clenched in her lap, and her pale eyes grew dark and stormy. She swallowed deliberately, then whispered, “Everything.” Chapter 1 Therapy. It was a concept...
Cups with Coriander: Reflections
Serial Fiction I realized, after I blew the first stop sign, that I was driving distractedly. I caught a glimpse of a patrol car crouched by the roadside and slowed down. But I...
My Horizon
Free Verse Poem It is key to understanding this entrapment- this sentence within the fleshy jail of mortality- to realize that we cannot change the bars or the walls, or the height from...
Cups with Coriander: Stirring
Serial Fiction My stomach growled, pulling me out of my reverie. Even if I wasn’t going to the office, I couldn’t spend the whole day in bed. I pushed the covers off and...
