Staring down at the four story staircase, we slowly descended… step by step. I didn’t think I was claustrophobic, but as we lowered further into the abyss, I stared at the walls in complete understanding of how someone could feel them closing in. When we reached the only remaining Edinburgh catacomb, appropriately called a close,Continue reading “Buried”
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Masters of The Game
Author’s Note: My creative writing group has recently been doing exercises in point of view perspective writing. This is from the second person point of view, which has very limited applications and not often used. Still, couldn’t you see this being a real TV show? Are you ready to hear the roar of the crowdContinue reading “Masters of The Game”
Spring Fling
It’s Spring gala season, when a young woman’s fancy turns to love. Each season young women of the New York Society elite are debuted for young men to meet, court, and marry. Each ball had a mist of romance hanging in the air. For the Viscountess Caroline, this ball season held the spark of anContinue reading “Spring Fling”
One Ides of March
Log date March 15 0700 hours. My nerves are raw. My anxiety at peak. I did not enter any REM sleep last night. All I could do is glare at the ceiling for the clock to strike. Waiting for the alien invasion we’ve expected for sometime is unnerving. We’ve prepared. We’ve trained. But I don’tContinue reading “One Ides of March”
The First Ladies
Author note: The unnamed First Lady is completely fictional and does not portray any real person. The last year has been a whirlwind. Roaming all over the country in a different town nearly every day meeting people, then the election. I wasn’t ready for this. I’m still not. Now I’m sitting here in a aContinue reading “The First Ladies”
A Whole New World
Caroline sat in front of her picture window with a steaming cup of coffee gazing out in the glowing amber ball of the morning sun rising as if it were ascending for the first time. The last eight hours much like the prior two months and even past 30 years had been a nightmare. PrisonedContinue reading “A Whole New World”
Brace For Impact
In southwest Florida bridges are an unfortunate bain of existence. With a myriad of waterways monikered with a variety of names like bays, gulfs, oceans, channels, canals and lakes, the boats which traverse these often conflict with the roads, motorists and straight lines, thus resulting in what I like to call scary bridges. And inContinue reading “Brace For Impact”
Different Eyes
Shopping at garage sales is my jam. I’m a handy crafter and relish making old things into new things. Somehow, I don’t see them as they are, but as what they can be. Where someone would see an ugly old octagonal 70s end table with orange felt on the sides and a broken door, IContinue reading “Different Eyes”
Family Gobble
Thanksgiving is a holiday I dread. It just seems to be a hotbed of dysfunction and a recipe for disaster. Like Uncle Burt asking people to pull his finger in between inappropriate off color and mostly unfunny jokes. As a kid, I giggled and reveled in the somewhat forbidden nature. But now it’s just aContinue reading “Family Gobble”
Ghost Light
Stepping onto the darken stage, I feel the wood boards under my feet. The seeping glow of the single bulb ghost light provides very little light, but somehow I see everything clearly. There’s the full audience enthralled with every note and spoken word. Over there are the actors dancing on the stage in perfect rhythmContinue reading “Ghost Light”
SUZANNE RUDD HAMILTON 