Category Archives: Red Writing Hood

Too Slow

His face was etched with malice. She cringed. Why was he always so angry? He approached slowly, intently. She backed away with equal intent. Too slow. He lunged. ____________________ This post was written in reponse to a prompt by Write … Continue reading

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The Last Breath

One final breath. Muscles tighten, then release; an earthly presence gone. Another’s breath taken and released: tiny and new. Strong. Alive. ____________________ One final breath. Muscle tightens, then releases; a mother gone. Another’s breath taken and released: tiny and new. … Continue reading

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The Unsent Letter

Mother, I’m not bothering to send you this because I know that it wouldn’t do any good. I wish you could see how you have emotionally crippled me to the point of disrepair. I wish that, after 17 years, I … Continue reading

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An Unsafe Haven

I could never have imagined how much differently things could go than the way I secretly plan them in my mind – even the things that just can’t be “planned.” We always hear, “Hope for the best; prepare for the … Continue reading

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