It was the first anniversary of her husband’s death. Marie had made certain that she would be too busy to remember it. It had started just after she’d gotten the call from the hospital; there had been an accident on the freeway; seven car pile-up; one fatality; her John. It was all so sudden, soContinue reading “Empty Rooms”
Category Archives: Creative Writing
The Doll
He found the first hand sitting on a tuft of scrub grass, fingers splayed up in the air, like sprouts from a weed, the bloodless stump of a wrist balanced perfectly against the ground. Andrew was walking home from school across the moors when he spied the hand on the side of the road. HeContinue reading “The Doll”
For Your Own Protection
Betty awoke with a jolt, so disoriented by the strangeness of her surroundings that she forgot that her name was no longer Betty, but Tara. The fear ebbed out of Tara’s lined face when she realized the pounding she heard was not someone at the door, but some punk kid’s bass, blaring down the streetsContinue reading “For Your Own Protection”
Lovers Lie
I love waking you up just before I disappear into the freezing black of a winter’s morning, when I’m dressed in something flattering, professional, and uncomfortable, and you’re still naked, nestled between the sheets and our electric blanket like a flower petal pressed between two pages in a book. I love waking you up, theContinue reading “Lovers Lie”
I Write Because
“I write because there are some things I’m afraid to say out loud” was the quote in my senior yearbook, a string of words nestled beneath a picture of a girl who seems familiar and alien all at the same time, like a face remembered from a dream. I write because of who I am,Continue reading “I Write Because”