Another weekend, another party. That’s how the past four months of Damon’s life had gone. Being a late twenty-something in New York meant his weekends were an endless array of birthdays, engagements, book signings, readings, bachelor parties, and weddings, and frankly, it was draining on the soul.He promised himself that this weekend would be different. … Continue reading Out with the Old
Author: Marie Hendry
The Bridge
Jebidiah Mason was just six years old when the Civil War came to an end. His momma and daddy helped to free the slaves by opening their home to those fleeing for a better life through the Underground Railroad. His brother gave his life in the war, fighting for the North and the freedom and … Continue reading The Bridge
Flying
Being single for the first time in twenty years was scary. Having to rely on the courting skill set of a pubescent boy of the 90’s was nothing short of a nightmare.Frankly, O’Brien didn’t know where to start. He and Amelia had been together since they were fifteen years old, and then they weren’t. She … Continue reading Flying
It was a blustery winter day and Tricia most certainly did not want to venture out to the mailbox. No sir, not after she saw how the mail truck rocked to and fro on its journey down the road. Not after she saw how Richie the mailman’s hat flew off and he nearly took a … Continue reading Mail
Four a.m.
Four a.m. and he still isn’t home. Four a.m. and all there is to show for it is the ache in my back from ceaseless tossing and the ever-present, ever-darkening circles under my eyes. Four a.m. and the condensation on my water glass has long since made a ring on my nightstand—sweating through the wood … Continue reading Four a.m.
Fura & Tena
She liked the feeling of his hand on hers because it reminded her so much of Lucho, but as he spoke his grip tightened and his fingers turned white. She tried to wriggle out of his clutch but she knew it was fruitless. “What does this have to do with me?”
He relaxed and took a long sip of his wine. “I need you to spy.”
“SPY? On Pablo Escobar?”
The Girl by the Chips
There she is. Over there, by the chips. No, not the one with the curly red hair. No, the other girl. See her there? With the—wait, what? No! I’m not talking about the girl with the navy turtleneck. Besides, who even wears turtlenecks anymore? Although there is something very ~chic~ and laid back about the … Continue reading The Girl by the Chips
Eyes.
And then I let my eyes move beneath my lids, side to side. Up and down. Back and forth and around and around around. I imagine that they’re twirling like the vertigo swirl. I imagine that they’re skating on ice and swimming in the sea.
The Women’s March
I could write about how it’s been six days since the inauguration, five days since the march, and I am consumed with an overwhelming sense of dread. How I feel like the Women’s March will forever be a hopeful, joyful, bright pink buoy in the treacherous sea of the next four years, how each executive order, attack on the press, alternative fact, and messy press conference is just another strong wave threatening to crash into that buoy, pushing it further and further under the water until it sinks into the deep darkness of the ocean.
“Making America Great Again”
Friends, this will be a short post. I have a longer one coming, maybe tomorrow if I'm not being too ambitious. Right now, like right now, Trump's transition team is soliciting feedback from Americans on how to "Make America Great Again". I URGE you to speak your mind here. Anyone can. But listen: be sure that your message … Continue reading “Making America Great Again”
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