Cynthia Fields
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I adore words and I love what happens when we grab them, sleep with them, holler and scream and laugh at them! I love what happens when we throw them in the air and watch them fall magically from our minds onto paper!
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Hiding In The Snow. Runner-Up in Weekend Getaway Challenge.
We drove up the snowy, winding road toward the cozy A-frame cabin. We’d planned the trip as a reset and an attempt to get our marriage back on track but neither of us had spoken a word to the other in the last hour and a half. Things had gotten bad over the last several months and I wasn’t sure a weekend away would fix anything.
By Cynthia Fields3 years ago in Fiction
Terminal Error
Carter always had a sense for the dramatic and today was no exception. The light hum overhead drew my attention toward the front door. Grabbing my jacket, I stepped out onto the porch into the biting winter air. The snow from last night’s storm was still on the ground and I shivered as I shoved my arms into the wool coat. I shook my head as the drone flew back and forth over the cabin. I couldn’t help but giggle at the box dangling from it that was three times its size. Yup, drama, Carter’s trademark.
By Cynthia Fields3 years ago in Fiction
It Was When
So, I asked myself, ‘when did it all begin?’ It was when I let someone tell me that I wasn’t good enough. It was when I looked in the mirror, turned side to side and back again. It was when I let those words sink into my spirit and sit, and marinate, and take hold.
By Cynthia Fields4 years ago in Poets
Scorned Pt. 14
Paradise Rehab Center – Afternoon – 1 month later “One more, one more! Come on, Derek you got this! YES!” Morgan collapsed against the mat sweating and breathing hard but happy at the progress he had made since being back. Things he never thought he’d be able to do again he could do now. Truman had been relentless, yet he met every challenge. He wanted to be home with Penelope not as an invalid but as the man she’d fallen in love with. He wanted to return to life on his terms and on his own two feet.
By Cynthia Fields4 years ago in Fiction
