Caroline Fremont
Bio
I live in Ohio with my family. I got my MFA in Creative Writing from the University of North Carolina Wilmington. I miss the ocean. I hate small talk, large crowds, and unexpected loud noises. I'm fascinated by things that scare me.
Stories (6)
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I Burn for You
Every Wednesday night the couple meets at the old barn at the edge of our property. It’s been going on all summer. Every Wednesday night I’m there, watching, and I don’t mean in just a casual, passive kind of way. I mean I watch them. I get there well before the sun goes down, I hide, and I watch. I don’t even change out of my scrubs first.
By Caroline Fremont4 years ago in Fiction
Make Me
I’ll be the first to admit my friendship with Madison Hammond was born of necessity, welded together as we were in the vestibule outside the guidance counselor’s office on the first day of fifth grade. The lunch bell rang and still Davy Moore was in the office, having pulled the fire alarm during morning announcements. The secretary came out and told us we should go ahead and eat our lunches as we waited. I, recommended for counseling on the credentials of having to repeat the fifth grade due to an excess of absences the previous year; Madison requiring guidance after moving from a private school upstate on the wake of her parents’ scandalous divorce: her father, a prominent politician had been caught paying a negligibly female call-girl with government funds.
By Caroline Fremont4 years ago in Fiction
Once for Me and Once for Chuckie
Now that Chuckie and me are five we’re allowed to go to Grove Park by ourselves because it’s so close our mom can see us if she stands on our porch. And guess what? The park is right by the train tracks! If a train comes while we’re on the swings, we jump off and run across the field and climb the fence to pump our arms at the engineer. Sometimes he waves or even blows the whistle!
By Caroline Fremont4 years ago in Fiction
I Burn For You
Every Wednesday night the couple meets at the old barn at the edge of our property. It’s been going on all summer. Every Wednesday night I’m there, watching, and I don’t mean in just a casual, passive kind of way. I mean I watch them. I get there well before the sun goes down, I hide, and I watch. I don’t even change out of my scrubs first.
By Caroline Fremont5 years ago in Fiction
