Category Archives: my writing
Centerville (Part 2 of 2)
Centerville (part 1 of 2) “Shut up, you’re not real.” “Oh, I’m real, Lizzie. You just can’t see me… yet.” His bedroom name for me, our secret. The sheets drop from my trembling fingers. “Stay away from Sarah.” “You know … Continue reading
Centerville (part 1 of 2)
If the lake doesn’t freeze tonight, sunrise will be ugly. We went out on the lake despite all the warnings. We went out for one thing─ food. It’s amazing at how fast the weather changed, like once the oven heated … Continue reading
South Dakota
Things don’t change here. I live on the edge of nothingness, next to loneliness and despair. This is the plains of South Dakota, the farm where I grew up. I’m still here. I’m not sure why. My grandparents, a … Continue reading
My Last Sixteen Hours, 2:00PM – 8:00PM
Part 1: My Last Sixteen Hours, 8:00AM – 2:00PM 2:00 PM Sissy left me quicker than sand through a sieve. Don’t recall Ole Gus coming for her. Guess maybe I fell asleep. I do that. Sleep is my best friend. Ain’t … Continue reading