Category: Short Story

The Lake

She walks with angels on a misty shore. The morning is damp and cold, but she does not feel it. As the frost smoke rises over the glassy lake, she stops, reflecting. At that moment, a magnificent large mouth bass escapes the water, breaking…

Saying Adios, Dad

He floated freely through life, with the wind as his companion. Always free, never encumbered.” – Linda Lee Lyberg Yesterday, I said good-bye to my father for the last time. And although he was never in my life much, there is a new emptiness…

Goodbye Dad

Of course you’re an artist. You come from a family of artists. I’m an artist, your grandmother was an artist, and so was your grandfather.” – My Father Anthony Joseph Pollizzio 9/3/1926- 9/18/2017 Dear Friends and Followers- I received a call this morning that…

Abyss

Smile, he beseeched. As she perched on the edge of the abyss, he took the shot.

Grandpa

All I have is a torn, grainy photograph of a man I hardly knew. He was a contortionist in Vaudeville and the photo shows him folded in two like a piece of paper. Folks who knew him told me he could put his head…

Dear Mom

Dear Mom- Six years ago today, I received an early morning call telling me you were gone. The nurse told me someone had been in to check on you, and they came back 15 minutes later, and your soul had moved on. I read…

Thankful

    Charmed Chaos: 10,632 Views 2648 Visitors 4353 Likes 843 Comments 143 Days 204 Posts 700+ Followers TO THE 700+ SOULS THAT ARE FOLLOWING ME ON THIS JOURNEY OF SELF DISCOVERY, THANK YOU FOR GIVING ME THE COURAGE TO USE MY WINGS. 

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