GAIA raped, Rotting in pauper’s grave.
GAIA raped, Rotting in pauper’s grave.
Shoulda never let the hags move in. Concoct their poisons. Invoke their hell spawn. Enough. Enough. Enough, I spit. I hereby evict the coven from my head space. Peace in.
When the very old man was a very young man, he discovered a bucket brimming with time, clear as rain and heavy as gold, but in his haste to secure it from greedy marauders skulking among the dawn’s shadows, he tripped and tumbled and spilled its contents onto the parched soil above which the scorching …
My microflash story “Come Live with Me and Be My Love” is included in the fall issue of Sunspot Literary Journal. I’m honored and thrilled to be included in their publication and to have had my piece accepted by them in only a few minutes! You can download a copy and read the entire issue …
You do not bleed. You poison. I am your antidote. I, your destroyer.
Save the children. Save the world. Start with one child. That child. The invisible one. Or the loud one. The awkward one. The one whose smirk and sneer builds walls. The one whose smile bends like a question at your Good Morning. That one. And then that one. Give them a book. Give them a …
I’m excited to announce my latest short story, “Bring Me Your Yearning,” received Honorable Mention in Dreamers Creative Writing’s 2020 Stories of Migration, Sense of Place and Home Contest and is featured on their website. You can read it here: https://www.dreamerswriting.com/michele-reisinger/ I hope you like it!
Prince never showed. Rescued herself. Magic.
At dawn’s approach, Liv closes the cabin door behind her but does not bolt it. The Scavengers will break in, regardless, once they divine Grandmere’s passing. Besides, she has almost everything she needs secured at her back and waist. Grandmere had made sure. She scrubs an arm across her face. Her tongue is thick, her …
Silenced. Wrote. Can’t shut up now.
My Name was Supposed to be Elizabeth Ann 