Freelance writing
Light grayish-blue is the color of the eyes on a dead chicken. Fresh eggs are heavenly and watching Gallus gallus domesticus peck and scratch is soothing, but somehow in my agrarian quest I forgot about the ultimate law of the universe. Small games of life and death come with farming. It started with the birth of …
Continue reading "Off with Her Head(non-fiction)"
I can't remember how long I've been here, or why, for that matter. The dark dampens my thoughts and memory. That foamy background noise was either always there or was turned on when I wasn't paying attention. There must be an enormous fan somewhere. It's deafening, constant, and comforting. Sometimes if feels like I'm moving, …
Continue reading "The Beginning. (Fiction Contest submission)."
I could not locate the offender. It was perhaps that branch, or the rock, maybe the patch of mud I found myself sitting in. Either way there was a notable pain mixed with nausea that passed through me. Even worse I could feel a giant bubble of emotion pushing against my throat and beginning to …
Continue reading "The Town Chapel(non-fiction submission for Nowhere Magazine)"
("Object of Desire".) "Paraphilia." "Para -- what?" "It's technically called paraphilia, but that's a severe diagnosis and I'm not sure appropriate for you." He sat across from the therapist holding it in his hands. The edges were smooth and thin. He rolled it back and forth exactly two times, before stroking its flat face with …
The door slammed, echoing down the long hall. I felt something sour somewhere in my chest. My hands were ice cold, something that always happens when I'm very nervous. I balled them into fists mostly to hide my chewed on, partially painted nails. Painting my nails was a failed attempt to join a female domain …
Continue reading "“The door slammed” writing prompt. Short story."
I stepped in to the anteroom and took a deep breath. This color carpet, beige, topaz, or maybe tawny must be the same in all churches. The room was somber and soundless. I felt completely uncomfortable, but given that my attendance to church has always been scarce, this made sense. Whenever I have entered a …
The cold bit the tip of her nose. She inhaled then coughed when the icy air hit her lungs. The world, frozen in a false stand-still, was quiet. A car crept down the desolate street and reminded her that time was still moving forward. This morning something intangible had moved her to venture out in …
