Iamcaroline101

An aspiring author who was looking for some casual practice. I am not good at taking things seriously. I am good at drawing beavers but nothing else, except for pie, but even then I’m not that good. I like green, literature, and pigeons.

Iamcaroline101

A Tassel In Her Hand

Iamcaroline101

3 min read

Eighteen years ago, I held the wailing bundle of light that was my third daughter. Now, I watch her walk amongst her peers, smiling at her sisters as she shakes the superintendent’s hand then goes to accept her diploma.

I’ve done this twice before, and I’m still not used to it. The novelty hasn’t worn off yet. There’s something new with each one of my girls. My oldest, Karlie, was the first to g...

Drama

What’s Mine Isn’t Yours

Iamcaroline101

4 min read

The crowd is so full that it seems more like an it than a them, some impossible amalgamation of life and expectations. It is full, so full, of people. So many people that their faces blur into one another, the only face that hasn’t become one with that tidal wave of anticipation being mine.

I stand above the crowd I’ve always been a part of. I stand there, staring, wondering why this has happened...

Drama

Sister, Father

Iamcaroline101

2 min read

I’m going to college in August. The great university of unknown Arkansas. I’m going to study English to become a high school teacher.

This is a step everyone makes in life, I know. Leaving after graduation, moving toward that impossible future that always seemed so far away. Senior year whizzed by and the summer is going to rush past too, I know, because it always does, especially when you don’t...

Years Young

Iamcaroline101

2 min read

Harriet had never felt old until the man younger than her died in the room next to Betty’s. She was young at heart. She dyed her hair, kept up with the changing times, and knew how to reset the WiFi. She was hip and had never broken a hip.

Then Betty was put in the hospice home. It was a nice place, Harriet supposed. Quiet and sterile during visiting hours, except for when another patient had an ...

Celery

Iamcaroline101

5 min read

Stuff like this wasn’t supposed to happen to people like me. I was good. I kept my nose out of business that wasn’t mine. I didn’t do drugs, I didn’t hurt anybody, and I certainly didn’t make friends with psychopaths.

But there I was, little Frannie Marlowe, facing down some poor demented soul who couldn’t tell right from wrong. I was top of my class in highschool. I was going to be top of my cl...

Thriller

Crime