Continuous as the stars that shine by Kristena Mears Photo by David Everett Strickler on Unsplash I had never felt old before. Until now. I dropped the phone onto the table as my legs buckled, and I sank into the chair beside me. When my husband arrived, I was still there in the same chair staring at the… Read More Friday Fiction- A MicroStory
The house was gigantic. The four-story house was the biggest place I had ever see, or at least, the biggest I has ever seen up close. That might not have been true. Mommy says I “sadurate.” That means you say bigger things then is true. I had seen big buildings downtown. I had been in… Read More Friday Fiction – The Fairy House
by Kristena Mears Photo by Annie Spratt on Unsplash The pungent aroma of fresh coffee drifted through my dreams and nudged me awake. Willing myself to keep dreaming, I ignored the hot cup I knew my husband had set on the bedside table. I didn’t want to get up. I wasn’t sure why. I just knew I didn’t.… Read More Fiction Friday – Waking Up
Guest blogger Chloe Flanagan – Poem Bug on a Flower I am a bug on a flower, A smudge on a looking glass, A grain of the sand on the seashore, A blade of the sun-withered grass. I am a bug on a flower; Not distinct like the butterfly, Not so fierce as a hornet… Read More Fun Friday Poem
by Kristena Mears Johnny gave an exasperated sigh as he sat back with a scowl. “None of that now. You’re a McHanson. We don’t give up this easily.” The shaky voice of his Great-Grandfather was stern, but there was a hit of humor at the four-year-olds actions, a twitch of his mouth, a twinkle in… Read More Friday Fiction – You’re a McHanson