Reflective Writing
I hid the chamber because it was dark, but it was not always that. It was never that until I dismantled my world and engaged in war. The chamber was once a green land, covered in ancient forests, mazed with rivers. After the war, the land stopped growing. Temperatures froze after toxic gasses left a … Continue reading The Chamber
He was a broad shouldered, raven haired man almost kid looking, thick, dark eyebrows, and carrying a duffel bag over his shoulder. He was one of the new guys to the towing company running tugboats up and down the Mississippi tying barges together. Shifts run fifteen days on the boat, and five days off. It … Continue reading Tugboat Parking Lot
In a large ancient forest, there was a historic pond known for its prestigious family of toads, the Keaton's. For over five hundred years, the Keaton family has governed the pond and all of it's inhabitants. The Keaton family was known for their intelligence, bravery, and athletic skill. They kept to a set of practical … Continue reading The Toad who Sang (Children’s Story)
We were four towheaded kids piling into a little red wagon on our way to the supermarket. My little brother and I squeezed between my sister, the oldest, and in the front with each leg kicked over the edge, and my older brother who was on the back rim pretending to be a caboose. Mom … Continue reading Little Red Wagon
Once there was a creature, born from the infinite. Once there was a creature, born from the living and the dead. It came to being one starry night, in a field made of gold. Through the barren floor from cosmic light, grew a divide splendor sored. Through heaven and below the creature shouted and it … Continue reading The Living Creature (Fable in Song)
Kate Lunsford 