Flannel: Short Story Part 2 of 4

I answered the phone and could tell something horrible had happened. My mom had a steady voice, calm, and monotone like. She said, “Mary. Your father passed away sometime last night. I found him in his chair this mornin. The lord has taken him home.” Words failed me, as a shrill wave of panic gushed... Continue Reading →

Flannel: Short Story Part 1 of 4

His hands were rough and he smelled like dirt and rotten peaches at the end of every day. Gary Henderson was a laborer, and an old one at that. His wife Nelly and he lived in a small house owned by the orchard and farm they tended. Nelly minded the main house and the Whitmore... Continue Reading →

Point of View?

I struggle to make this decision. My hands automatically want to write in first person, as if I am telling the story from my own life experience. However, I feel as if this can be really limiting from a storytelling perspective. Often I find that I start a story in first person, only to go... Continue Reading →

Altered State

There was a time in my life where I would search for that perfect altered state. A concoction of a few things, taken in order, timed perfectly, could result in a happy state of mind with a sidecar of levitation. One wrong step however, and I would end up too far from my goal, which... Continue Reading →

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