I tell you this in confidence. I tell you this because it is true. I tell you, I have seen love, and his is shallow, when it should drill deep into his core. I had to keep this one short; I wrote it in about 33 minutes! This post was written in response to two … Continue reading In Confidence
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The Price of Fame
In the end, it was not about the money, he decided, though truth be told, it was a ridiculous sum that would support him well into old age. It was not about the thrill, either, though that certainly played a part: the rush of exhilaration when the knife slides in, the desperate knowledge in the … Continue reading The Price of Fame
Winter Games
My father loved baseball his whole life. He was loyal not to any particular team, but to the sport itself. "The world may be going to hell in a hand-basket," he used to say, "but there will always be baseball." I must have inherited my love of the game from him.When I was little, he … Continue reading Winter Games
Beast
Willem stood on the balcony of his father's workshop. He was watching the waterwheel spin. The creaks and groans of the wooden mechanism were as familiar to him as the sound of his own breath, and nearly as abhorrent. His father's Decanter puttered around the workshop, tidying up after Willem's failed attempt to improve on … Continue reading Beast
Salt
The tinkle of a bell summoned Marna from the storeroom. She dusted off her hands and dabbed her face dry with a handkerchief. The tiny room was windowless and airless, and afforded little relief from the summer's heat. "My condolences," the dark-haired woman said as Marna emerged. She sounded sincere, but Marna knew better. Tears … Continue reading Salt
Christine Hanolsy 