Calista Marchand-Nazzaro
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Always learning and always evolving. I’m a creative, an idea person, a thinker, a dreamer, and working on being a doer. Many interests. Varied content. Food. Sustainability. Comedy. Poetry. Music.
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A Taste of Our Own Medicine
When humans were first introduced to this Earth, they always acted on impulse. Without hesitation, they saw something they wanted and they took it. If they wanted to eat something, they ate it without regard to the consequences. If they set their sights on the wrong thing - a poisonous mushroom or berry, for instance - they paid the price. They didn't pay any attention to the existing supply of what they wanted; whether there was only one or there were one million of their target, they claimed it for their own benefit. Instinct was everything. Nothing interfered with their determination, their persistence, their grit.
By Calista Marchand-Nazzaro2 years ago in Fiction
The Grip of Darkness
The object of his desires slips right through his slender fingertips like a raindrop falling through air. He cannot bear to lose this again. He tries to reach out and latch on once more, but his agility betrays him; his grip tightens on nothing but the air through which his mark is falling. Rage boils up and a spark of red ignites within the complete darkness of his world.
By Calista Marchand-Nazzaro3 years ago in Fiction
A Pheasant for Your Thoughts
Mira made her first crepe paper flower when she was three and needed a distraction from the atrocities of life. Her aunt gave her, along with a pitying look, the seemingly sound advice to go find some healing in the beauty of the flowers. Mira headed toward the gardens, but stopped short in the doorway when she realized no flowers would be there after what happened. Before she turned away to go make her own crinkled version, she glimpsed a single pheasant standing in the barren plot.
By Calista Marchand-Nazzaro3 years ago in Fiction
