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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Weekend in Seward
I booked the house in Seward a month ago. I'm a much better driver than he and am at ease going in heavy, wet snow. The road heading south to Seward from Anchorage, Alaska, is covered in inches of new snow; and in places, my all-wheel-drive Honda Civic was "breaking the trail."
By Andrea Corwin 2 years ago in Fiction
Meteors in August
My birthday is in August, graced yearly by the Perseid Meteor Shower. The meteors peak every year on or within one day of my birthday. My husband organizes a small party or restaurant dinner for my birthday. In the 1990s and early 2000s, we made it a tradition to drive to Sunrise Point in the northeast corner of Mount Rainier National Park to view meteors. We headed to Mount Rainer after eating birthday cake. If the Perseids peaked during the work week, I would take annual leave on my birthday and the next day to rest after staying up all night on the Mountain.
By Andrea Corwin 2 years ago in Earth
Broken Mirror Reflection
The mirror showed a reflection that wasn't my own. So… I broke it. Yep, sure did. Seven years of bad luck now loomed before me. But did it? What is worse, a phantom staring at me from the looking glass, or seven years of possible bad luck, (if you were superstitious)?
By Andrea Corwin 3 years ago in Horror
The Periwinkle Wall
If walls could talk, I would recount tales of joy accented by giggles and guffaws. Some tales are in whispers recalling sweetness and adoration, some are filled with cries of pain or joy. Then there are those filled with the howls of heartbreak.
By Andrea Corwin 3 years ago in Fiction
Hidden in Improbability
Chapter One Wendell saw her as he peered through the green fronds from his high perch above the beach. She was skipping along with a large dog, racing the incoming waves to keep her ankle-length skirt dry. Wendell followed her path along the beach and climbed down closer to her as she neared the end of the beach. The white sand sparkled in the day’s early light, and he could see fish swimming in the turquoise sea. The horizon held clouds on this brightening day, but the sky above him was so intensely blue, he was forced to squint and shield his eyes with a hand above them.
By Andrea Corwin 3 years ago in Fiction
