Janet Carpenter
Bio
I have been a writer wandering all my life. (Currently, I'm "wandering" what I'm doing!! Ha!) I'm a literary nomad that has traveled through all genres of Life. Known for my quirky comedic twists, I'm not afraid to explore the darker side!
Stories (18)
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Hunting Season
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. To the man hobbling on his homemade crutch toward the light it offered hope, a beacon leading him toward shelter from the quickly descending darkness around him. Little did he know that the candle in the cabin was lit with that sole intention; to guide lost souls to the light…and only on this very special night.
By Janet Carpenter4 years ago in Horror
Dancing the Dog
My dog and I love to walk along the quiet streets of our subdivision; he sniffs the shoulders of the paved road inhaling every molecule of information from every other dog, pedestrian, and car that has passed by. He usually finds a “sweet spot” and rolls, joyfully kicking his legs in the air and grunting…an activity I have affectionately named “piggling”. I usually walk along quietly, enjoying the blue skies, bird songs from the nearby trees, and wait for him to do his “doggy things” as I keep an eye out for oncoming traffic or other dogs. My dog was a “rescue” from a fighting-dog “puppy mill”, and he is very antisocial when encountering anything out of the ordinary on our solitary times together.
By Janet Carpenter4 years ago in Petlife
‘Aumākua
An ̒aumākua, in Hawaiian culture, is thought to be an ancestral guardian spirit that watches over and protects the current family. Having not been born here, I nevertheless adopted the belief of a guardian spirit that exists to protect and guide you on this journey through Life. You simply do not “choose” an ̒aumākua because you like the particular animal or can relate to its environment...the ̒aumākua chooses you.
By Janet Carpenter4 years ago in Motivation
Through Porcelain Eyes
Through Porcelain Eyes By Janet Carpenter I’m still waiting. I’ve been waiting a long time already, but I think it’s going to be even longer. How long? I don’t know…a year? A decade? A generation? That’s how long it was last time. I waited a whole generation to be remembered…to be loved.
By Janet Carpenter4 years ago in Fiction
