Originally posted on The SisterWives:
. Six weeks ago, I almost drowned. I was alone in the vast, mysterious wetness of the Atlantic Ocean. I’d never felt so small. I was so far from shore that the Labor Day tents faded into one bright, distant smear across the sand. I was so focused, I never…
When it comes to horror stories this is gonna be one you won’t want to miss!!!!
Titled by Cyan Ryan playing on the name Ruth which means friend. Please show Cyan some blog love, he took a break but looks as if he needs a bit of sunshine and support. Written by Cyan Ryan and HastyWords I was mourning tearfully the prior evening’s dreams Where noisy birds had ripped…
I am really lucky to have gotten the chance to design another book cover for Helena Hann-Basquiat. The ideas for this cover had sat in my head for weeks and I am really glad one of the pictures came out the way she liked. Please visit Helena’s site and go purchase her story at Amazon!…
SAGE: Remember that list of “had to be there” moments? Well, some of those probably won’t get covered. But the day at Hampton Beach, NH is when I showed Hasty how to crack open a lobster; my son has mastered all but the tail. It was the day of the black oil, not as in the X-files,…
I took my daughter to summer camp yesterday for a year week. I checked everything off the list as we packed and I didn’t break down much every time I packed something in her suitcase like I did last year. She tried to pack the dog at one point; but after telling her she…
My dreams are always from my perspective, I am always me, and they are as real as my waking life. Most of the time the dream is light; I will have a conversation or do something that will solve a real life problem I have been having. Those dreams are always handy. If my life…
My fictional poem below is inspired by a true story where a woman was found in her home after being dead for six years. HOW? They said nobody noticed due to automatic bill pay. WHAT? Saddens me greatly. I am sorry… you were unnoticed. She never left her home Neighbors mowed her yard I thought…
It was bound to happen eventually. “Mom?” I was getting ready for a party when my 9 year old sauntered in slowly trying not to smile as if she had a secret. “I know you don’t want me to grow up so fast but…” she said as she tried to contain what seemed like embarrassment. …
Depression watched her sitting in the dark stairwell smearing her cheeks with snot and mascara. Nights for her were always like this; they slept she wept. He had been seducing her for months and she never failed to meet him here. Tonight, he would kiss her until she had no breath left and he would…
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