• Sheila commented on the post, starlight 11 months, 1 week ago

    Starlight, starbirght, where is the words I need to write. My muse is asleep and the night is dark. Starlight, starbirght give me my words to write.

  • Sheila commented on the post, eligible 4 years, 8 months ago

    It was the most eligible bachelor in town, or so they said. Setting my sights on him was no brainer. After all, I was out to find the biggest fish in the pond, and he was as big as they come.

  • Sheila commented on the post, globe 4 years, 8 months ago

    I closed my eyes and placed my finger on the spinning globe. It stopped and I open my eyes, excitement running through me. Paris stared back and visions of my next adventure scored through my mind.

  • Sheila commented on the post, soar 4 years, 8 months ago

    I stood at the end of the open field and watched the glider soar across the sky. I picked my cuticles as he made circles and flew as easy as the birds behind him. This was his one chance to fulfill his bucket list, who was I to add reason.

  • Sheila commented on the post, frown 4 years, 12 months ago

    The excitement of the moment drained away as I watched his brow furrow in a frown, pick up his phone and began thumbing through his email. He nodded at what he thought appropriate times, never noticing I stopped talking. It was the woman the booth next to us.

  • Sheila commented on the post, pediatrician 5 years ago

    They are supposed to have a special place in their hearts for the little ones and a special understanding for young mothers. I screamed into the phone “my baby just had a seizure. She’s breathing now, but doesn’t seem to know me or her sister.” My daughter’s pediatrician replied.”Stop being hysterical, she was just holding her breath.”

    “I’m a…[Read more]

  • Sheila commented on the post, deserved 5 years, 1 month ago

    Growing up I promised myself I would not repeat history. I would live a different life than what I knew. I fought my way up and out, determined. I deserved better. Funny how history tends to repeat itself, whether we want it or not.

  • Sheila commented on the post, blurry 5 years, 1 month ago

    Shit. I can’t see a damn thing. Everything is blurry, just like my life. I don’t have a clue where to go from here. The whole world looks blurry and out of focus. Shit.

  • Sheila commented on the post, prisoner 6 years ago

    Ten years and I feel like a prisoner in my own home. How did that happen? When did he turn from the white knight in shining armor to my warden?

  • Sheila commented on the post, railway 6 years ago

    Her heart pounded and her breathes came in jagged rasps. She glanced over her shoulder her hair obscuring her view. She ran harder as the pounding footsteps closed in darkness so thick it she didn’t see the railway ties until she lay across them. The footsteps crunched on the gravel beside her and darkness fell.

  • Sheila commented on the post, flipped 6 years, 1 month ago

    Where do these people come from? I’m driving down the interstate minding my own business when this fellow zooms by me glaring. I can’t believe he just flipped me off! What nerve! Does he think the left lane belongs to him?”

  • Sheila commented on the post, peppers 6 years, 1 month ago

    She didn’t notice until it was too late. She bit down into the lovely concoction savoring the texture and wonderful, exotic taste. She let it linger in her mouth for a moment enjoying her first freedom after a long hiatus from junk food then all hell broke out, literally. She thought hell had come to visit. Coughing and sputtering she ran for the…[Read more]

  • Sheila commented on the post, plaster 6 years, 1 month ago

    Memories cascaded through her mind like the crumbling plaster falling from beneath the brittle, faded wallpaper she ran her hand over.

  • Sheila commented on the post, arthritis 6 years, 2 months ago

    Her hands ached the arthritis morning, but it didn’t stop her from fixing him the breakfast she’d fixed him the last 60 years. She just had to be careful not to wince or drop everything in his lap. Her gnarled hands set his plate in front of him and kissed him on the top of his head. “Hear you go sweetie, eggs just the way you like them.”

  • Sheila commented on the post, stilts 6 years, 2 months ago

    She watched from her seat of the arena the clown dressed in his bright reds, blues, and greens dance around on stilts in front of the audience. Children and adults roared with laughter. His white face and mock red smile hiding the pain in his soul she could see so clearly displayed in his eyes.

  • Sheila commented on the post, tumble 6 years, 2 months ago

    It was 3:00 am and I sat in the laundry mat watching my clothes tumble in the dryer. The sound soothing until something inside began hitting against the metal. I jumped. My hands began to tremble, but my eyes remained transfixed on the clothes tumbling one over the other, just like she did on the bed, tangled in her bedclothes. She fought hard,…[Read more]

  • Sheila commented on the post, secluded 6 years, 3 months ago

    She pushed everyone away. All she wanted was to run. No phone calls, texts, nothing, just silence. She wanted to be secluded from the truth and the sad, pitying eyes.

  • Sheila commented on the post, airstream 6 years, 4 months ago

    The silver airstream trailer zipped passed me on the highway as it pulled into our neighbors driveway. It was large and gleaming and looked like something out of the space age. I was only thirteen, but to me it was my way out. I couldn’t wait to see the inside.

  • Sheila commented on the post, manhattan 6 years, 4 months ago

    The lights of Manhattan have never looked so bright. I stood on the sidewalk and waited for him. He promised to be here promptly at eight. Our future was just beginning when the lights went out.

  • Sheila commented on the post, rocker 6 years, 4 months ago

    She opened the window to let the stale air out of the room. The wind blew in stirring the curtains and she heard the creak of the floor as the old worn rocker moved gently in the breeze. Tears sprang to her eyes with the realization she would never sit in the chair again.