Author Archives: caralongwrites

The five w’s Day 1

The sides of the old oven shriek in pain and despair, As steel wool battles the years of greasy buildup black blobs of goo stick to the sink, unwilling to give up the fight Morning sun warms the wood floors and her feet, and beams glint off the silver liberated from life’s mire. Join anytimeContinueContinue reading “The five w’s Day 1”

Poetry Month

I’m participating in a 30 day poetry month challenge. We started with a lantern poem. Mate Laughter Memories Genuine love Friend cjl2021 We will be invited to write 30 poems using 30 different forms. I’m very excited about learning new forms of poetry and then trying my hand. You can follow along, receive the instructionsContinueContinue reading “Poetry Month”

Churning

I’m uncomfortable. My stomach churns. My life has been about trying to hold the center line and bring people closer through commonalities. However, that seems unallowable in our current state. Everyone wants you to choose sides or assure them they are the ones that are right while the rest (the other side) do not haveContinueContinue reading “Churning”

Flash Fiction Contest 1 hour/1000 words

The breath is so loud.  She almost believes it is someone running to catch up rather than her own ragged breathing. Her brain berates her and she doesn’t have the time to stop and go through the necessary steps to calm it. No time to take four controlling breaths. No time to write what sheContinueContinue reading “Flash Fiction Contest 1 hour/1000 words”

Misunderstood

I misunderstood addiction. I thought I was an expert. Food, money, sex. Unfortunately, addiction understands and humbles me. Generally, I don’t take pain pills because I have a high pain tolerance—just Tylenol and Advil. Post knee replacement four years ago (before the opioid epidemic was a thing), I was given 150 hydrocodone tablets to takeContinueContinue reading “Misunderstood”

100 word challenge

Her balcony. Solitude. Soundless snowflakes. She leans forward, and her tongue peeks out to taste the loose snow. The feel of snow melting to water quenches a thirst. For what? Childhood? Simplicity? Freedom? Her unhappiness persists without reason. It’s always been part of her. It adds depth to the show she puts on for others.ContinueContinue reading “100 word challenge”