I have always found comfort in tea, and in this short story Katie Holland does too, as she loses herself in comforting memories that built her life.
Methuselah
Once but a little seedBreaching through the darkLike hope imagined to be realShe ignites a little spark Life made whole so long agoGiving shade and airPeaceful summers turn to snowStill the tree, she stands there Growing with renewed prideWith wildflowers, weeds, and grassAccustomed to the rapid changeThat never fails to pass Across the river a […]
Post-Partum
Just over a month ago I made it into the second round of NYC Midnight’s Short Story Challenge. The challenge started in January with 4700 writers. After the first round we were reduced to 790. In each round writers are placed in heats of about 30-35 writers and are given a genre, subject and character […]
The Istina Project
For the second year in a row, I decided to participate in the NYC Midnight Short Story Competition. This year though on the week when I received my prompt and had 8 days to write my story I ended up really busy and distracted. So on my last day of time to write the story, […]
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The Better Place
In my last post I shared that I had taken part in a short fiction writing contest called NYCMidnight. The contest started with over 4700 writers from around the world and after the first round we were widdled down to 750. In the second round we were given three days to write a story based […]
The Ninth Circle
This post is different. I want to share with you a story – a fictional story. You see I’ve loved writing since before I can remember. I actually remember making up storybooks in kindergarten, so my passion goes back a long way. I created a course in high school where I worked on a novel […]
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The Good Housewife
The other night I decided to time travel. I had just watched the first episode of Outlander, and all she did was touch a rock, how hard could it be? I had been feeling frumpy. I had fallen into a routine of sweatpants, tank top, and no bra. It was easy, and comfortable, and I […]
Loving Jude
It starts as a jabbering. Slowly rising in level and urgency. He’s awake. Again. Sometimes when it is the fifth time his jabbering has turned to crying in the middle of the night, I think he must hate me. It is only in the light of the morning that I realize, my infant son does […]
On average, most women experience shark week once a month…
Caution – this post may cause discomfort, but if you keep reading maybe your discomfort will ease… maybe not