Category Archives: Natalie writes

Fiction Friday: Mother

Mother Mother had made deviled eggs. I could picture her measuring out all of the ingredients precisely and mixing them together with twenty strokes of the wooden spoon. She had let me help her once, but when I used ½ … Continue reading

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Who is Writing This?

Who is Writing This? I read and I read and I read. Hard and paperbacks pile up on shelves, under the bed, on the kitchen counter. Their eye-catching covers leaning against the wall like decor. I love some, and I … Continue reading

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The Fantasy

The Fantasy* I yearn for the model to look at me as I sketch the far away stare in his eye. He has been studying the wall with determination for the last ten minutes. Retreating into his own brain possibly … Continue reading

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The Art Teacher

She knew it was early for him to be there, but she looked for him anyway. It was quiet and the morning light gave the storage room a blue green glow. She ran her fingers through her tangled hair and … Continue reading

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How to Cook for One

You are hungry. So your stomach says. But the thought of food makes you nauseous. Think the world is unfair to make you eat when there is nothing delicious in sight. Why can’t you only be hungry when there is … Continue reading

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