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 forest, there was a ancient pond home to hundreds of toads. For over five hundred years, the Keaton family governed the pond. The Keaton family were known for their intelligence, bravery, and athletic skills. They followed practical rules, which kept toads safe from predators. There was one toad named Nicolas, a Keaton … Continue reading A Toad Sang
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
Kate Lunsford 