Photo by Kalhh at Pixabay.com Kathie hated visiting Aunt Betsy's house. It was the only time she had "accidents" in the night. Mother told her that her cousins weren't afraid to go to the outhouse. Kathie responded, "Mother, the ghosts know them, but they don't know me. Who lives in a cemetery, anyway?" (275 characters)... Continue Reading →
Dark skin, Beautiful one, God made. Not white, Still of value, God loved. I’m scared, In my country, God kept. Written for the OctPoWriMo 2019 Challenge, Day 25. Prompt for today is White, and the form of poem a musette.
Katie knew that her mother thought she was doing what was right for her precious daughter. But, she wrapped Katie in a bubble of fear, not allowing her to experience the real world, unlike the other children playing outside their windows. Some days, Katie wanted to scream at her mother to let her go outside... Continue Reading →
Standing at the base of the mountain, Looking up to where snow rested on top. I wanted to see the views from up there , But my fear of heights to that put a stop. The guide gushed of the wondrous views To be seen, if I would just be brave and go. Watching the... Continue Reading →
I once thought the boogie man was a figment of Mama's imagination. I was scared of every sound at night, huddled in my bed sheets until Morning came with the light that saved me and made me feel safe. But, one day I found out that the boogie man was all too real. Mama had... Continue Reading →
Don’t call everything a conspiracy, like they do, and don’t live in dread of what frightens them. Isaiah 8:12 Written for One-Liner Wednesday from Linda G. Hill. I thought this was a great saying for today when fear is used by advertisers and politicians to sell their products or sway opinions.
I sat listening to the sound of the train as it moved down the tracks, taking me closer to the place that I swore to never return. The clickety-clack of the train sends me into a trance, as I think back to the last time I was on a train, escaping from a place I... Continue Reading →
Every time I stand or sit on the beach, I regret not knowing how to swim. I wish that I had learned how to swim when I was a little girl. But, as I wrote before, my mother did not let me learn to swim, ride a bike, or skate, stating that I might get... Continue Reading →
I decided to try the August writing prompts from Putting My Feet in the Dirt. I have not written fiction, but decided to give it a go. Just One Light, PLEASE! Julie said goodbye to her new British friends, deciding to take a shortcut through the forest for a little solitude. Not really paying attention... Continue Reading →
