Wayward Thoughts: Grieving

The worst type of crying wasn’t the kind everyone could see — the wailing on street corners, the tearing at clothes, the sore throat and burning eyes. No, the worst kind happens when your soul wept and no matter what you did, there was no way to comfort it. A part of it withered and…

300 Writing Prompts #15: How Does A Memory Sound?

I have never been one to take photos. I wasn’t much of a photographer and I didn’t see the purpose in them. Besides, if you have any part of Native American in you, then folklore suggests that photographs steal people’s souls and I didn’t want to be on either end of that conundrum. Stealing the…

Day 1: Snow and Memories

My eyes close while the cold that surrounds begins to embrace me. I can feel its chill slowly lick at my bones and numb my skin as my body slowly starts to shiver to keep it away as I consciously welcome it The small kisses that grace my cheek resembles the affection of a passionate…