For Want of Winter
Some thoughts I had after spending some time reflecting on snowy Decembers of my youth…
— C.M.
The Best Part is the Running
I so rarely write non-fiction. It’s just not where my heart lies, as a creator. But occasionally SOMETHING will happen to me that seems worth re-telling… Here’s a memory from my senior year of high school in my small home town, where there was very little for a teenager to do. I originally wrote it in the hopes of submitting a collection of short stories to an anthology contest, but I stopped once I found myself shelling out a lot of half-hearted pieces–things I wrote for the sake of submitting for publication, and not for the sake of telling a story. Maybe if I’m ever famous enough to warrant writing a memoir it will be worth revamping… Until then, it’s just a nice memory to relive. One that I’d forgotten about until now.
— C.M.
Lattice
Here, the art of lay-low…
Last Wave
Be aware of the graphic imagery in this piece. A short story that was first published in The Yellow Chair Review’s “Horror Issue,” October, 2015. In fact, this was my first official publication. What a way to start, huh? It began as a project in class; our objective was to start with one solid sentence and try to top it each time. One can only imagine what my state of mind was that day…
— C.M.