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I Heal

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It’s been thirteen years,

It was a year that

I realized my fears

A year that I thought

I may drown in my own tears

The memory of it

Remains seared

On my heart

burned so deep

I’m charred

Branded

I felt abandoned

And Scarred Continue reading

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Suppressed

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Suppressed

She drifted there

Buoyantly alone

The water gently caressing the known

Carrying her down the suppressed river

Recollections of her life made her shiver

She arose from her reverie,

Her backside wet from dismay

Her river of tears on display Continue reading

The Loon’s Cry

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The Loon’s Cry

Outside the tent

Darkness and giant trees swaying in the wind.

The lake is moaning in it’s troubled sleep.

And far across the lazy lapping waves,

Above the crooning of the wind,

I hear a wild loon crying,

Like a weary soul alone in the dark water. Continue reading

Friday’s Featured Poet

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Here are a few poems by the writings and poetry of Kristin Peterman.

The fire inside

It’s the beginning of a new day
The sun is rising and warming my face
I feel cold inside despite the warmth from the sun
The fire inside me is fading away
Is there someone who can ignite it again
Each time I think I have found someone
They disappear with the setting of the sun taking a piece of me with them Continue reading

Guest Blogger: Matt Blashill

I would like to introduce those of you that have not had the pleasure of reading Matt’s work, to Matt Blashil of the blog http://thematticuskingdom.wordpress.com I have been a fan of Matts writing for quite a few months now.  I’m honored that he shared this post a short story with me to share on my blog.  It is engaging, descriptive and full of suspense.  We could all learn a thing or two by reading Matts writing not to mention his awesome poetry…

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As an avid backpacker and camper, normally spending about two weeks a year “lost” in the backcountry away from the hustle and bustle of our modern lives, out of cell range, I’ve often pondered how terrifying it would be to encounter something sinister when there was no one to call for help and no shelter to speak of.  Tapping into those thoughts, I put together this short story to share here on Writings of a Mrs. It probably isn’t the scariest fiction you will this month, but hopefully some of the intensity I felt while writing it, the pressure, the unrelenting chase, will come through in the words.  If at least one of you finds yourself on the edge of your seat by the end I will consider it a job well done.  Thanks for reading!

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The wet grasses slapped at her hands, cold, stinging pain that she hardly noticed, and the muddy ground sucked at her shoes with each frantic step.  It was a struggle to stay upright.  Her knees and thighs ached from the exertion.  Her lungs burned. Continue reading

Guest Blogger: Silouan Sautter

I want to introduce you to Silouan Sautter from the blog http://wordsinsidemysoul.wordpress.com/ .
He submitted this short story to my call out for guest bloggers.
I really hope you enjoy this read as much as I do!
I was captivated by his story!

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He sat in the shade of a great log, fallen beside the road. Hooded, with his cloak spread around him, he seemed a statue in the shade of the log. He had not stirred for some time. The sun infused the noisome swamp mists with a hazy golden light. Insects hummed and chirped. Leaves drifted lazily on the slow breezes. Time slowed to an unbearable crawl. Under his hood the young fighter smiled. The demon was strong. Continue reading