A Lady with a Pen
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Caroline Robertson's, books are beloved by both adults and children alike for their illustrations and engaging stories. She takes readers on an adventure, giving them the opportunity to explore different cultures, settings, and characters.
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Close my Eye
When I close my eyes and let my mind wander to think of the music that made me feel, some moments in life come to the forefront of my mind. I can hear the music as I realize the moments. I'll try and write about each one in chronological order, but the truth is each memory, the sounds and feelings, flutter past my shut eyes in discernable order.
By A Lady with a Pen3 years ago in Beat
Revert
We need a contingency plan. The world is burning. Democracy is too unstable. We need a monarchy and reliable succession. He had drafted the legislation. The cost of living was absurd. People were suffering because politicians could not agree, too busy fighting to realize that the public services, our safe gaps, were failing.
By A Lady with a Pen3 years ago in Fiction
The Grove
Abby entered her English 1000 class. She was early, just how she liked it. She needed to make a good impression, the professor was a brilliant author, and she just had to learn everything from him. She sat in the front row, pulled out her new notebook and opened it to the new first page. She wrote the class and date at the top. Since she was early, she pulled a book from her backpack and began to read. Abby loved to read almost as much as she hated making meaningless conversations. So keeping a book in her bag was the perfect solution. She would always have a world for her mind to get lost in and avoid the awkward silence of a room full of first-year English literature students.
By A Lady with a Pen3 years ago in Fiction
Was I raped?
I met a boy once at a party. I was having a tough week. My mother was in the hospital, my father was away for work, and my brother was a camp counsellor for the summer. I spent my days studying, working or with my mom—usually all three in one day.
By A Lady with a Pen3 years ago in Confessions
A memory
Dear Self, I had this memory of us when you were younger. I close my eyes, and I can smell the salt air and the tightness of the two French braids we had carefully weaved down either side of our head. It's still early enough that the morning dew has soaked through our Converse sneakers.
By A Lady with a Pen3 years ago in Poets
Shite Flight
I looked anxiously at the dial and prayed it would last. I pushed the stewardess call button. It had become dark while the plane circled over Nova Scotia, waiting for a break in the fog so that the flight could land. The crew has dimmed the cabin's lights in hopes the passengers will calm down, accept their situation and perhaps fall asleep. I made eye contact with my husband's concerned face. The little wrinkles around his eyes were now visible, worry lines; he hadn't had them before, and they had arrived quickly on his young face in the last year.
By A Lady with a Pen3 years ago in Fiction
