Andrea Corwin
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Poetry, fiction, horror, life experiences, and author photos. Written without A.I. © Andrea O. Corwin
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Heat Advisory
TODAY It is roaring roasting, roaring heat. 93 to 95°F in an area of the country that is considered very hot when it’s 85 outside. Our plants and bodies are not used to this. I know it’s hotter elsewhere but this heat is unusual here although it is becoming the norm!
By Andrea Corwin 2 years ago in Earth
Mibs and Boulders
Using our meager allowance money, we bought small packets from the store and sorted them into colors: blues, greens, yellows, reds, oranges, and whites. Some were multicolored, and I turned them repeatedly in the sun, peering closely as if into a gazing ball. Kept safely in their small drawstring pouch, they clacked together in our pockets as we walked or ran to meet up and play marbles.
By Andrea Corwin 2 years ago in Fiction
Clouds and Dirty Feet
For Hannah's Challenge (link at the end). Watching wildlife and birds is relaxing for me. I like to sit and watch birds and butterflies when it isn't overly hot or windy outside. I examine the blooms of flowers and see how the leaves on bushes and trees float and bend in the breeze, sometimes showing their underside of a different color.
By Andrea Corwin 2 years ago in Writers
Year of the Hunter
Sixty-one-year-old Piper's hair was heavily streaked with gray, which made her pistachio-green eyes stand out more. She had lived in a tiny Alaskan village northeast of Anchorage her entire life. It was remote and accessible only by snowmobile or plane (weather permitting) in the winter. Most residents were subsistence hunters, supplementing with salmon and wildfowl; gardens were abundant with the long days of summer, producing enormous cabbage, lovely potatoes, bean crops, and a wide variety of berries. Some still worked the Alaska Pipeline on a rotating schedule: one week on and one off of the North Slope. Others, like Piper's father, were employed by the Alaska Railroad.
By Andrea Corwin 2 years ago in Fiction
"Autopsy Room Four" - Stephen King. Content Warning.
This twenty-six-page short story by the master of horror, Stephen King, was a thriller from start to finish. The darkness in the room makes the protagonist think he is unconscious, yet he realizes he has a sense of movement and smells odors. Howard remembers the sound of hitting a golf club and seeing the ball fly off the tee until his thoughts are interrupted by people speaking. The squeaks of wheels fill his ears while he is moving. He hears them confirm, "Four." Howard thinks he is in a hospital room and wonders why he can't speak. His body is lifted and swung, but he can't tell them to be careful and not drop him. It is frightening to be inside his mind, hearing his confused thoughts.
By Andrea Corwin 2 years ago in Horror
