A guest fiction by author Dana Fraedrich The world is empty. I don’t know what happened. They’re all just…gone. It’s not like the movies and TV shows where this sort of thing happens. At least it wasn’t …
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Ramming Walls
I am lying in a chair, my feet pointed up toward the sky, my back where my butt should go and my hair hanging wildly over the edge. I have felt backwards most of my life, and …

Daily Bread: Feeding the Soul
I often consume what I call my daily bread: Poems, short stories, lines from Proust, conversations with loved ones, and of course, plenty actual bread and wine. There is definitely a sensual aspect to my spirituality. Right …

Sea of Bitterness (Excerpt)
The sharp edge of the stiletto heel thrust upward, toward the pale sky. The shoe was overturned, and crusted with dried mud, faded and gray, like a dead riverbed. Crimson material could be glimpsed through the grime, …

Ramming Walls
I am lying in a chair, my feet pointed up toward the sky, my back where my butt should go and my hair hanging wildly over the edge. I have felt backwards most of my life, and …

Quieting the Voices in my Mind: my quest to get published part 1.
Day one: So this isn’t really day one. Not truly. I have always dreamed of being an author and breathing life into the characters that populate my inner landscape, but I have always been afraid. Up until …
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Late nights with whiskey and The Bell Jar
The next thing I knew, it was 4 a.m., and I was turning the last page of The Bell Jar while sipping my third tumbler of whiskey.
Defiant Hope
In Roseburg, grass grows up wildly, twisting and tangling until it catches you at the ankles. Grabbing desperately, it holds you tightly, trying to keep you grounded. If you aren’t careful you will stumble as you make …