A Mother’s Confession

She’s dying. Death had already made himself quite comfortable at the foot of her bed, patiently waiting like time. Still. Calm. He has a distinct scent, Death, and is always with us now. He’s the only other in my mother’s life. She has no one but us. I lift her easily in my arms to set her by the window. Death has helped me by making her light. She loves looking out the window at the big oak, older than she, that seems to be molting; she loves the way the leaves, orange and red and brown, have blown against the side of the house and won’t let me rake … Read more…

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Sickbed Confessions – By Kate Bellomy

Each wheeze and cough that came from my mother made me cringe. I ached when I looked at this once beautiful woman; a woman who fought my battles, who protected me, who showed me the ways of life, who taught me how to be a person in this world, and who was once so strong, and now was now so weak and losing her battle against cancer. I fought back the tears when I looked into her aqua eyes and wondered when they would shut for good. When I got the news of my mother’s illness, I left my life in Chicago and moved back to live out the rest … Read more…

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Madness in 500 words or less

Our challenge this weekend was to write about madness in 500 words or less.  Can you relate to this madness?  Let us know!   The alarm is set; the math begins. Simple arithmetic, really—if the alarm is set for 7:00 A.M. that’s a solid six hours of sleep. I’ve operated on less. And hey, I’m not exactly tired right now, so why don’t I take a look at Facebook for a second? Knock out those flashing lights on the top of my phone that will drive me crazy. And you know what? Now that I’m through with that, I might as well do some more reading in this novel here. … Read more…

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Madness in 500 words or less

Our challenge this weekend was to write about madness in 500 words or less.  Here’s my shot at Madness.  Tell me what you think! MOUNTAIN MADNESS We live alone in this empty valley, surrounded by the mountains that hide us and hold us as captives. Mama used to say that those mountains made the wind. She said if I listened, I could hear them breathe.  “Watch,” Mama’d say, “and you’ll see the sun melt the snow and feel the cool breezes that fill the valley and it’s that wind,” Mama said, “that makes those trees knock on our windows with their knuckled little branches.” In the morning we’d stand outside … Read more…

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Madness in 500 words or less

Our challenge this weekend was to write about madness in 500 words or less.  This was not an easy challenge since madness can encompass so much.  Let me know what you think about this!   “Hey, y’all… for the finale, let’s stack all fifteen of these Roman candles on top of the Blossom Blasters with the M80s underneath and see what happens!” “Hell, yeah! We can turn this plastic bucket upside down and load it all up on top of it to make ‘em go higher!” It took us ten minutes to put together our masterpiece on top of a 10-gallon plastic bucket turned upside down. Beau took the blunt … Read more…

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Writing Prompts for the Flying M-Inklings

Our writing prompt this week was a challenge.  Every day we’ll be posting a new response to the following prompt: First line: Manipulating people is so easy. I almost stopped doing it; almost. In the text: I can’t help it. I lie all the time. Last line: Sometimes it’s best not to go home again Our next submission is from Brandon Paul.  Let us know what you think!     Manipulating people is so easy, I almost stopped doing it. Almost, but I didn’t. After the car accident that changed my face, it changed my thinking too. I realized that there isn’t anything I didn’t want. There isn’t anything I can’t have … Read more…

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