Diana Coor
Bio
I have been writing for awhile but am new to getting my short stories and poems out there to be read. I enjoy writing in many different styles and am excited for people to read them and enjoy them. I hope to be a author on a shelf someday.
Stories (3)
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My Two Faces
I awoke again this morning, my head was pounding over and over again. My thoughts are scrambled, my mind is in a fog. I grab my glasses off the nightstand that sets next to my bed and pull the chord on the lamp to turn it off. I bought the lamp at a flea market several years ago because it was simple it was relaxing, it didn’t stand out. I keep the lamp on all night and turn it off in the morning because it keeps them a little calmer when they are not in the dark.
By Diana Coor4 years ago in Psyche
The Cherry Tree, The Owl & Me
Today is a very sad day because today we said our goodbyes, as I took my last breath, I could see you both outside waiting for me. So, let me back up a bit and tell you how the start of this story goes. A story of a young girl and a cherry tree. I was about eleven or twelve years old when one day I was at the local nursery with my mother looking for some rose bushes. My mother loved rose bushes and had lots of them planted all over our property. We lived just about a mile out of town in a three-bedroom house that sat on ten acres. The road we lived on mostly had wheat fields not very many neighbors they were few and far between. My mother was a petite lady and at that time she was in her early thirties, and always on the go. She wore her hair up in a bun daily and was a very pretty lady that didn’t take crap from anyone. I was so much different, I was quiet, wasn’t outspoken and was nowhere at all tiny or petite.
By Diana Coor4 years ago in Fiction
Charley and me
CHARLEY AND ME He was an old man at the age of two hundred and thirty-three: well, that’s what we all thought. We were only teens, between nine and thirteen. Our future was something we never worried about. Set in our ways at such a youthful age, thinking that we knew more than everyone else.
By Diana Coor4 years ago in Families
