Category Archives: my writing

Melting – from Sanity’s Threshold

Posted on February 9, 2019 by angelallindseth

It whispers up my leg as I pass over the heater vent, the tickle of its fingers like feathers on my skin. Why did I have the heat on this late in the summer? The ting, ting, ting of the … Continue reading →

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Melting – from Sanity’s Threshold

Posted on September 18, 2018 by angelallindseth

  It whispers up my leg as I pass over the heater vent, the tickle of its fingers like feathers on my skin. Why did I have the heat on this late in the summer? The ting, ting, ting of … Continue reading →

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The Tree Trimmer

Posted on May 11, 2018 by angelallindseth

It happens every year. Thirteenth of December. Thank god he don’t bring eleven more gifts. Twelve days of Christmas and all. Our little community just couldn’t handle much more tragedy. Whoever’s pulling this prank got a fucked up sense of … Continue reading →

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Two Fingers

Posted on May 7, 2018 by angelallindseth

  I’ve been a bartender all my life. Alcohol tends to loosen tongues, and I listen because I’m good at my job. I’ve grown fond of some of my regulars over the years. One in particular, who calls herself Big … Continue reading →

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The Lines on Daddy

Posted on May 1, 2018 by angelallindseth

  When I was little, I thought the lines on Daddy made him look old and worn like one of his saddle blankets full of stains and rips. Both had seen better days. Now I understand each line helped him … Continue reading →

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The Crank

Posted on April 16, 2018 by angelallindseth

I walked these woods every day, and I usually kept to the path because the undergrowth grows thicker than an Italian’s beard, but that day I decided to explore the gully. I heard the rumors. They say a little girl … Continue reading →

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New growth

Posted on April 15, 2018 by angelallindseth

Grandma wore a floppy hat and garden gloves. I would carry the watering can, following her down the row as she scattered the seeds. She would kiss the seeds before she planted them in the ground. “Grandma, why do you … Continue reading →

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Broken Heart

Posted on March 23, 2018 by angelallindseth

Consciousness taps on the inside of my skull, but something pulls me back into a dream that isn’t mine. I’m in a room, foreign yet familiar. I want to leave, but I can’t. Dank air, ripe with mold, drifts across … Continue reading →

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Kids Come First

Posted on March 17, 2018 by angelallindseth

This is one of my first flash fiction pieces, and it’s still one of my favorite. I identified seven individual forms. They used my uterus for a playground; my own miniature rugby team kicking the shit out of my insides, jockeying … Continue reading →

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Growing Old

Posted on March 16, 2018 by angelallindseth

It’s a creaky, old house; low ceilings, uneven floors, not a speck of insulation, but I call it home. I will be here for many years, not because I have to, but because I want to. Not because I don’t … Continue reading →

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