Posts Tagged ‘writing workshop’
I lay in bed staring at the glow of the clock wondering when 5:30a.m. had become the time my body decided was morning. Today was my birthday, my 90th if I wanted to be precise, which most of the time I didn’t. I sat up slowly, everything moved slowly anymore, and gently stretched my legs. [...]
I sat on the hood of my maroon Honda, staring at the street. The moment of my mistake seared into my mind. And there was nothing to be done about it. I was stuck, for the time being at least. I hated eating in the high school cafeteria. The only kids that did that were [...]
My new red tricycle is the best. I can peddle it so fast down the driveway. It’s summertime and I can ride my tricycle all over. It’s even little enough that I can ride it between the cars in the garage. It’s a tight squeeze, and at first I thought my bike wouldn’t fit, but [...]
The following is a work of fiction based on various experiences over the years. And I dedicate it to all strangers who feel the need to assault a pregnant belly. I love to people watch. It’s kind of a hobby, really. Today, I chose the mall for my people-watching hobby. There are all kinds of [...]
I’m standing in the middle of the formal dining room at my grandparents house. There’s a large picture window on one wall and the room is wide and opens into an adjacent room. There’s an old grandfather clock in the corner. I stand there, taking in my surroundings, sensing something wrong. As I pan the [...]
I grew up anyway. When I close my eyes though, I can still picture it. I’m 17 and working the booth at the county fair. It’s the middle of the day and it’s a virtual desert. I lean my head back, feeling my hair against my neck and turn my face to the breeze of [...]
I sat rigid in the front passenger seat of our minivan. My face was pressed up against the window and I was struggling to make out the white line that indicated where the lane was. It was dark and the snow was coming down in horizontal sheets. It was blinding and beautiful at the same [...]
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