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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Destination: Anchorage, Part 3
âEddie, Mimi, we are finally past spooky Kluane; the lights across the lake and no vehicles on the road made it eerie. The howling wolves creeped you out, didnât they Eddie? You were all shivering and whining. Yep, and Mimi slept through all of it. Itâs OK, Eddie, just a few more days until we get to Anchorage.â
By Andrea Corwin 2 years ago in Fiction
Eye Check-up Gone Awry
Gold flashes at the edge of my eyes marked the beginning of my saga after my twenty thousand steps in Machu Picchu in Peru. After the Citadel, we walked around at an even higher altitude in Peru's Lake Titicaca and Puno area. The altitude of 12,810 feet at Sillustani, a pre-Inca burial site, was our highest.
By Andrea Corwin 2 years ago in Serve
Benny's Loss. Top Story - February 2024.
Hey! Benny, look over here, you little idiot. I was so good when you ate apples; I never interrupted or distracted you. I kept quiet when you played softball with Ken, Terry, and all your friends. Do you remember when Terry punched you in the stomach, and you bent over in pain, biting your lip? I was there for when you had to lick all those Valentineâs envelopes to hand out in your class. Eleanor, wasnât that her name? The girl with braces you had a crush on and tried to kiss, but her braces scratched your lips? Oh, yes, Benny, I remember!
By Andrea Corwin 2 years ago in Fiction
Destination: Anchorage, Part 2
February, Yukon. Eddie, Mimi, and I continued north on the road, weaving through the Arctic snowscape. At Kluane Lake, I pulled beside a darkened Roadhouse, its porch covered in a foot of snow. A pitch-black night contrasted with the everlasting white ground. A waxing gibbous moonâs light reflected off ice and snow.
By Andrea Corwin 2 years ago in Fiction
Snowcat to the Rescue
Snow fell all night as the temperature dropped. Donât ever think it doesnât snow when it is really cold. The two-lane road ending at my house was not plowed, but I used the snow blower to keep the porch and door free of snow and ice. I couldnât see out of the windows any longer or get the snow away from the house.
By Andrea Corwin 2 years ago in Fiction
Haines Border Visit, Part 2
1998, Dalton Cache Border Station, Alaska, noon. Oneida finished counseling the maintenance workers on their benefits but wondered if she really needed to fly all this way to see them. The cold, dark winters of Alaska, with few hours of daylight, must give them lots of time to read regulations; they know as much as I do.
By Andrea Corwin 2 years ago in Fiction
