Moments of hope in a forest of hardship
Published Short Stories
In honor of the Humboldt river, which my fictional family is approaching, I leave you with two poems written by emigrants to honor the Humboldt: I HATE YOU Meanest and muddiest, filthiest stream, most cordially I hate you; Meaner and muddier still you seem since the first day I met you. Your namesake better was… Continue reading Most Cordially I Hate You
I’ve been buckling down hard on Picture of the Past, hence the reason I missed last week’s post AND yesterday’s post. And since my brain is still too full of forts and Platte rivers, and buffalo chips to come up with anything interesting, below is a 500 word excerpt of what I’m working on –… Continue reading Prologue – Sneak Peak
I exited the window onto the fire escape only to lunge backwards as a giant mouthful of teeth came at me. I pressed as far away as the railing would let me, too terrified to even scream, let alone cry. The bear’s nose and mouth were wrinkled together in a ghastly snarl, accentuating the glistening… Continue reading When all hope is gone
“We are camped at a little place called Rock Creek Station….I’m told our last few stops were only recently established and so we should be grateful for the additional provisions we have been able to obtain, as previous travelers did not have that privilege. As if there were anything to ever be grateful for out… Continue reading Revision, Revision, Revision
I’ve been writing stories since I was 8-years-old. Find out about my works-in-progress and read some short stories on my page Writing!