Hello everyone! This is just a short letter to let you know that I will not be regularly posting on Authenticus for a few months. I am getting started on college applications, and have a lot of essays to write. I will also be beginning to write a historical fiction …
Rough, imposing rocks rise around me. I sit in an upright position, my leg pinned underneath me by the cold edges of two unforgiving pieces of rubble. My hands are gripping the sides of a human-sized rock directly in front of me. Every muscle in my arms is tense and …
You say you do not believe. That is a lie. You pick up clawed hands and bloodshot eyes, planting those things in your fertile brain. Because all you have is yourself. And your soul’s tendons are too weak to crush the darkness. I am no different than you. …
Perhaps nature is far too vast to know. Some say we’re destined for potted plants. Maybe we can’t scale the Sierras. We’re doomed to communion with ants. But they don’t know that ants can heft boulders, And plants when they’re watered will grow Into pines, that inspire all around …
The bacon strips glow with a rosy hue, interrupted by flecks of light. As she peeled them apart, they made a sticky sound, like they knew what was coming and didn’t want to let go of the past. Despite their resistance, she tossed each piece onto the grill without the …
My mother’s father drove to his warden job at the maximum security prison. He drove there in a Volkswagen Beetle with a spare tire under a smiley-face cover. My ears have never caught Papa yelling. Did that jail calm him? No, he quieted the cells. Mother said his voice was never …