The Penis Chronicles presents, “Deliberate Act of Artistry?” Drawing on paper and on the DS has been a big thing lately. My kitchen is littered with images of people, our family, bad guys and superheros. When children are learning to draw there can be some really interesting creations. I am not sure how I would… Continue reading Deliberate Act of Artistry?
blinking, am I like her? silently, little girl where’s your mommy? peeled labels on the kitchen floor leading backwards in my memory, swirled and intermingled, we are one little girl * * * She always wanted to do right by me. She took me and left my… Continue reading Accompanied by Violent Twists
Soft voices sing to a faded angel. She is too tied to comprehend the words. With a sad smile painted on her aging face she quietly sits and watches her girls as they dance in life’s circles. By Shari Marshall – 2019
Cindy found it in the forest by accident. She had been running from some other kids and she veered off the path to throw them off her trail. As her feet ploughed through the leaf covered forest floor her toe hit what she assumed was a rock and sent her sprawling. She laid there for… Continue reading Egg of Dystopia
Do I love a good ghost story? The walls around me feel oppressive. The old house sits quiet. The sky outside is black and it glows grey when the white cracks of lightening break through it. Today for the first time I feel as if I should have listened because the house truly feels as… Continue reading Paranormal Activity?
The Penis Chronicles presents, “Writing Together” My older boy and I started a comic together. He had asked me a while ago and I believe I shared our intentions with you during one of the weekend coffee shares. This is the story of how it all started, the beginning of our comic. My oldest boy… Continue reading Writing Together
The floor tasted like chocolate. It was a pleasant surprise considering the nastier things I had been anticipating! Anticipating? Now there’s a word. Finding myself here, doing this was the last thing I would have predicted for my future. The morning started like any other. I remember getting out of my bed and stretching toward… Continue reading During Sleep
It was the longest winter anyone in our quiet little town could remember. Something had changed in the world. We all knew it even though news hardly ever reached our distant corner. Small whispers had echoed on the fall winds of something dark and lonely. Those fall winds came suddenly and they were harsh and… Continue reading Mystery in the Snow
I didn’t mean to kill him! I felt disembodied as I watched the flow of water controlled by my hand. All the crevices in my flesh seemed magnified as my slender fingers allowed the water to rise higher. The sound of the water was muffled by the dirt around his body. It wasn’t a quick… Continue reading Statement of Guilt
Penis Chronicles presents, “Flash Fiction from a 5 year old.” When my 5 year old tells a story I am not surprised if the word penis is involved, but I am surprised when it isn’t. For an example of one of his earlier stories check out “Um, Pardon?” Anyway, the following occurred on the drive… Continue reading Flash Fiction from a 5 year old.
Brewing Coffee, Twisting Words & Breaking Pencils 