*”Snowdrifts and Echoes” was written in response to a Reedsy.com prompt: “Write about two people going sledding for the first time in many years.” Authors note: As a writing exercise, I tried incorporating all five Reedsy Prompts for the week. My other inspiration was memories. Sometimes they are like echoes, and other times they buildContinue reading “Snowdrifts and Echoes”
I wanted to share some excerpts of my latest writing.
If something interests you, I included links to read more.
Featuring: The Forest, The Great Migration, Surviving Seasonal Depression, and The Moth.
*My entry for Challenge 1 in the NYC Midnight Flash Fiction Contest 2020. My assignment prompts were Romantic Comedy, Farmer’s Market, An Eraser. I hope that you enjoy! Claudia double-checked her sister’s list. Two people had called in sick, leaving both the bakery and the Farmers’ Market booth short. So here she was, late andContinue reading “Pistachio Cupcakes”
The first day of spring arrived, rainy and full of thunder. Spring always sparked a strange excitement in the town of Haverston. The widow, Gloria, re-opened her shop today. She was open each year from the first day of spring through Halloween. Outside of Haverston, no one believed the hype, but the locals swore byContinue reading “Spring Cleaning”
They were surrounded in impenetrable darkness. It was a physical force that pressed against them. Mark tried, uselessly, to shield Pat. There was no single side that he could defend. This was a thick entity, an engineered mass. There was a rumble in the depths of the shadows. The darkness deepened somehow, as though itContinue reading “Iridescent Darkness”
Clara covered her mouth to stifle the noise. She was far enough away to catch her breath, but they weren’t far behind. She didn’t know why they were chasing her, but she knew that she didn’t want to be caught. As she raced farther into the forest, she tried not to think of Diana, lyingContinue reading “Between Two Cliffs”
Josephine stepped out her door, and a crisp wind tugged at her dark curls. The late afternoon sun intensified the trees’ rose gold tones. The forest seemed to hold its breath in anticipation for the night ahead. The entire town of clover took part, but the seniors were always in charge of preparations. ItContinue reading “Autumn Songs”