The following piece of non-fiction is another short excerpt from the memoirs I wrote a few years ago during NaNoWriMo. I have provided a name for the purpose of posting today, “A Small Girl.” Feedback is welcome in the comment section below. * * * A small girl The little 43 millilitre bottle with its… Continue reading A small girl
Invisible barriers that mark the past are a tall cold reminder till the last. When it finally comes time to say goodbye there will be no tears for any of them to cry. Too much has been said in the time they shared; the three of them so wrongly paired. In a demonstration of false… Continue reading The Wall
The Penis Chronicles presents “Growing a Baby – Journey of a Mother” The bright florescent lighting in the main bath barely casts any light into the aged and worn shower stall. The dimness is intensified by the faded grey tile displaying calcium build-ups like a medal of honour. The water just won’t reach the… Continue reading Growing a Baby – Journey of a Mother
She hops around in the shaggy lawn. The dew in the grass is cold on the delicate pads of her paws. She is startled by a sudden bodily impulse and she squats without warning to pee. He big brown eyes look up in shock. The cold is too much though and once again she is… Continue reading Willow
She flicks down the switch to start the water boiling in the electric kettle and her thoughts sink into the past. The lid is absently discarded from the jar leaving the air to leach the freshness from the coffee grinds while simultaneously wafting a dark roast scent. Dolly’s mind is adrift amidst the smell as… Continue reading Threads of Memory
My Christmas mug is empty. I am torn this morning between coffee or hot chocolate. I think that I will go with Mackintosh’s hot chocolate. Just the thought of the rich frothy sweet taste sounds good. The chocolate and caramel smell will be uplifting and festive too. What can I get you: After Eight, Rolo,… Continue reading If we were having coffee
The halls of the University are nearly empty at this hour of the day. The best part is that there is never a line at Tim Hortons. I can sail in and fly back out. It is a bit different when we get first break half way through lecture but still tolerable. Regardless, the next… Continue reading Daydreaming & Coffee Drinking
My 6 Word Memoir From here I move forward: persistence. By Shari Marshall – 2019
The Penis Chronicles presents “Is my laughter bad parenting?” I watched. It seemed to happen in slow motion. The boys were bike riding side by side and the path forked left and right. They were supposed to take the fork to the right but the older boy wasn’t turning. He waited until the last second… Continue reading Is my laughter bad parenting?
Here is a little memoir writing exercise for you. Choose 3 pictures of the person you want to write about, the pictures should be from various periods of their life. Use the pictures to write about where they were, what they were doing, and build in details about the person. A girl and her dog… Continue reading Photos across a Life Time (3)
Brewing Coffee, Twisting Words & Breaking Pencils 