Stories for the soul
Part of my goal during my graduate school experience has been to read different genres. Since I did not study English as my major in undergrad, I really wanted to explore outside of my comfort zone of reading and try different books I normally wouldn’t have picked up before. Among those are horror books. ... Continue Reading →
The pale plate nestled in her grip. Knuckles white, she lifted the cold serving spoon. Under the heating lamps her skin tingled as she scooped the rice. Plop, 200. Side-step, coconut shrimp. Plop, 250. Side-step, orange chicken. Plop, 350 at least. Her feet shuffled her back to her seat among her family. She settled in her chair. 200. 250. 350.... Continue Reading →
They can fade like Old jeans, Wash away like Sidewalk chalk. Never returning to The original form. But new jeans replace The old. New sidewalk sketches Drawn. Always remembered But Never returning to The original form. Always remembered But I'm afraid we'll never return.
The power of a dream. I saw her again. Shining. Glimmering. As she always did, does. Smile glistening Cheeks rosy Silver locks long now. I stopped her from tying them back; Her bare skin lingered with tearful memories. I said, "Keep them down." Mom agreed. That shining smile flashed. I knew it was a... Continue Reading →
As I drink my blue Gatorade I taste the memories I taste your smile Your spaghetti sauce bubbling on the stove Your laugh Your pink lipstick. As I drink my blue Gatorade I'm eight again Hunched over at your kitchen table Scribbling pictures on your scrap paper As I drink your blue Gatorade. ... Continue Reading →
She unwrapped her cheese stick. As she took a bite, Tony watched her. “Hey, I thought we were gonna trade today.” “I changed my mind,” she spoke, chewing her cheese. “But you promised.” “I thought,” she snapped another bite off, “we were gonna start that next week.” Tony shrugged and unzipped his Batman... Continue Reading →
I reached out for his hand and when we touched it was nearly frozen. His gentle fingers grasped onto mine, causing my veins to shiver. It was in that second that I knew this was true love. He walked me over to the bench near us and sat me down. “Ok, watch this!” he told me. ... Continue Reading →
In the lobby Fire crackles Questioning. Clock ticks Reminding. TV blasts Doubting. Jacket scratches every Goosebump. Sweat bleeds out. Breath races. Awaiting a brunette bob And high heels. Click, click, click. Through the door. Sweet perfume disrupts And Leads into the elevator Unlocks the door Welcomes. The clock ticks there, too. Reminding.
You walk into the barn and creek the door closed behind you. Light shines through the roof shingles as hay flutters from the loft. Your foot crinkles down into the ground among the fallen grains and straw. Along the wall on your right several pens are lined up next to each other. You walk alongside,... Continue Reading →
Rebecca DiFabbio 