Fictional Writing

Short Story-Peaceful Sleep

Screech, screech, screech.  The screeching sound haunted her as she lay in her bed attempting to clear her mind so she could find rest. She needed to sleep.  The flashbacks had prevented a restful nights sleep for far longer than she could remember.  Suddenly, the constant screeching stopped.  She sat up. Everything was silent. She… Continue reading Short Story-Peaceful Sleep

Fictional Writing

“Maybe stars weren’t mean to be caught.”-Brwnsknswty

So, which version of my life should I write about tonight.   Oh, I know.  I never told you about the time I almost caught a star.   This was about 20 years ago.  I was around the age of five or maybe a little older.  After school every afternoon, my older sisters and I… Continue reading “Maybe stars weren’t mean to be caught.”-Brwnsknswty