The Voice
There was already a voice in Jessamyn’s head when the beacon hit her eyes. It told her a story about a serpent of light coiled around the hard ridges of [...]
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Oct, 2022
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Sep, 2021
The Passport
Written with my Thursday night group with the prompts: he had no passport, typing blind, a friend went with me, winds off of Carmel, you can smell the money, true love, [...]
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May, 2019
Disappearing
Written with my Thursday Writing Group with the prompts: “59 miles,” she said, secret room filled with jasmine and. . ., never saying, this is going to be one of [...]
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Jul, 2018
Escaping Fresh Produce
Written with my Thursday night writing group with the prompts: waiting for the rain, in the kitchen, wayfarer, in the hands of God Maryann sat in the kitchen surrounded by [...]