Aissa Martell
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Writing my wonderings for my sanity and for a living. Professional freelance writer, award winning screenwriter, international playwright.
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Shattered Glass
The vase cracked a long time ago. It held the flowers of my youthful wonder and the possibilities on the horizon. The view changed from the moment of impact. The solid container so sure of its ability to hold both nourishment and dream developed just the tiniest crack, a hairline fracture, from a cold shoulder, a cruel comment dismissive of the vision in my eye, the blossoming in my heart. Although young, one thing I knew was the pain. I also knew how to say no, and no more. But, the vision was still there and the budding flower wanted to open. So, I sealed the cracks still hopeful of the dream. But, they corroded, branching off to form a mosaic that was the picture of a melodrama.
By Aissa Martell2 months ago in Humans
An Office Affair
I walked by the cracked doorway just in time to see her remove his shirt, his thrust against her against the wall was even more telling. I should have already known by the way she floated in the door, she was not an ordinary client. She wasn’t dressed to drop off tax documents, but I would have at least presumed he would make sure his office door was closed considering his office romance. I don’t really like to gossip but my dislike for Monica’s character and her snide comments slow my stride on the way to the break room. Some may say it was the steam rolling off of his back, the grunting melody, and my own predilection that caused me to peer for a second or two, but that would be hearsay. What I did want was for Michael’s afternoon tea to last longer than the water cooler conversation, so I leaned in and closed the view.
By Aissa Martell2 months ago in Fiction
The Best Day Of My Life
“I’m a princess in a tower waiting for my prince to slay the dragon and rescue me.” Nestled in this lush green countryside the birds and insects sing their praises of a beautiful day. In gratitude for the stunning nature surrounding us. This chateau was all I ever dreamed about, and I knew this was the dress of my fantasies as soon as I saw it drape my silhouette in my reflection in the shop’s mirror.
By Aissa Martell5 months ago in Fiction
It’s In Your Imagination
Penny reached into her desk and pulled out a gum ball. Sugar helps her to think and she would need it for Melinda Martin, or as Penny likes to think of her- Melinda fartin. The way she talks down to Penny makes her blood boil. She starkly remembers the time Melinda said “If you drop a penny it’s not worth bending down to pick it up” in front of Mr. Archer.
By Aissa Martell9 months ago in Fiction
Another Day at the Office
My ears were ringing by the time I made it to lunch. Cell phone on mute I made it to the local diner with just barely my sanity. Taking a booth I glance at the menu knowing the exact lunch special I’m going to order, with a small glass of wine to ease my nerves.
By Aissa Martell10 months ago in Humor
