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 →
I went to the grocery store yesterday morning and the associate who was monitoring the self-checkouts greeted me and asked how I was doing. I said, “Good, how are you?” in which he replied, “Well, it’s a Monday. I hope the week goes by fast.” Considering that it was only 6:30 in the morning and... 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 →
“I read and write, Grandma!” My 95-year-old grandmother just wasn’t buying it. In our last phone call, the conversion led to shows we watch on television and what I do on the weekends. I responded with some cooking shows and The Bachelor (duh), and of course, reading and writing. I think she finally just gave... Continue Reading →
Creative writing is really awesome. You know why? Typically, all you need is your brain and either a pen and paper or a computer to type. Don’t get me wrong, I enjoy writing my papers for class and learning about different topics from my research, but there is something about just sitting down and spewing... Continue Reading →
There you go, I said the “B” word. Now, don’t tell me you have never said that to yourself because I’m pretty positive that it has already at least crossed your mind, and if somehow it hasn’t, it’s quite inevitable to occur at some point in your writerly life. Since starting a new full-time job... Continue Reading →
Rebecca DiFabbio 