Hannah Sharpe
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Writer of novels and The Parenting Roller-Coaster blog. Dabbling in short stories.
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'Til Death. Content Warning.
In all the scenarios my overactive imagination conjured, this was never one of them. I’ve had doomsday thoughts of a pedestrian bridge like this, but it always involved dark and stormy weather at dusk, or the middle of the night. Never a seventy-five-degree summer afternoon, without a cloud in the sky. This kind of day is reserved for the daydreams of grandeur surrounding a first kiss, or marriage proposal. But this is not that.
By Hannah Sharpeabout a year ago in Fiction
A World in Color
She’s spray painting an unmoving escalator in red, orange, yellow, green, blue, and purple. An attestation of love. An arching compassion. Her honor—to all—at the mall of hate. She sees we’re all stuck, without a care for real change. We talk a lot, say we accept everyone, swear we don’t discriminate…It’s a lie. Our biases have become our true nature. But she’s beautiful, forgiving us all, while making her world the way she expects it to be—believing someday we will all agree. A future, that should be now, where our hearts will grow to love all.
By Hannah Sharpe2 years ago in Fiction
A Gift of "Equality"
A holiday ornament dangles from your fingertips, the tied ribbon draped over them to keep it from falling. It’s a reminder of your privilege today. A woman who is a writer—a weaver of words—a deliverer of important messages. And Women’s Fiction is the genre you categorize your stories as, because they are about women, for women, after all.
By Hannah Sharpe4 years ago in Fiction
The Weight of Good and Bad
Nobody’s all good. Take my boyfriend, for instance. Many people think he’s good—maybe even great. His ex-wife, while not entirely convinced he makes a good husband, does believe he’s bound to achieve extraordinary things. His son, Charlie, well he’s innocent and sweet and thinks the sun rises and sets with his father. Citizens watching the news may believe he’s working on important things for the greater good.
By Hannah Sharpe4 years ago in Fiction
When it's Time to Let Go
It’s been too long since you’ve slept. Even longer since you’ve eaten. But none of those basic tasks seem possible when the pit in your stomach turns and twists until it consumes you, either rendering you sick or useless—doubled over in sobbing fits that make breathing nearly impossible.
By Hannah Sharpe4 years ago in Fiction
