Kelly Maurica
Bio
Author->Stories with Sole (Release Date February 28, 2022)
WIP: Magic and Manifestation
What I Do:
I like to capture life’s little moments, in-between moments. Write stories and illuminate experiences
Clarity~Wisdom~Inspired Action
Stories (13)
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The Valley
There weren’t always Dragons in the Valley. Vampires weren’t real, and ghosts were a figment of your imagination. At least that’s what the grown-ups in our small town would have us believe. Except I realized that those lies were the stories they told us to protect their secret. That secret? Dragons were real, and Vampires walked amongst us and ghosts, well, ghosts made all things go bump in the night.
By Kelly Maurica4 years ago in Fiction
The Women on the Hill
“A circle of women may just be the most powerful force known to humanity. If you have one, embrace it. If you need one, seek it. If you find one, for the love of all that is good and holy, dive in. Hold on. Love it up. Get Naked. Let them see you. Let them hold you. Let your reluctant tears fall. Let yourself rise fierce and love gentle. You will be changed. The very fabric of your being will be altered by this, if you allow it. Please, please allow it.”~ Jeanette Leblanc
By Kelly Maurica4 years ago in Families
She Rolls Alone
Today was the day. I had finally summoned the courage to walk through my parents' house. The for sale sign on the front lawn was a beacon illuminating the fact that this house—my parents' house—would no longer be that safe place I could run to when I needed a break. This house was the only safe place that I had ever known. It wasn't the actual building. It was simply four walls and a roof sitting on top of a foundation. A rock-solid foundation.
By Kelly Maurica4 years ago in Fiction
The Last Tattoo
It’s a fantastic thing to have found love once in your lifetime, but twice is a gift from the heavens. Delores laid on her bed in the small room of her retirement apartment. The tubing in her nose was blowing a gentle flow of oxygen to keep her breathing easy and comfortable. At least that’s what she heard the nurse tell her granddaughter.
By Kelly Maurica4 years ago in Fiction
The Box
The drive was uneventful. Exactly what you would expect from driving a highway that stretched from here to there. Long, lonely roads that lead everywhere and nowhere in particular. The road had a familiar dusty feel, which was odd considering I had grown up on the East Coast, and the farthest west I had been was Aunt Millie’s west of Dead Man’s lake, in my hometown.
By Kelly Maurica4 years ago in Fiction
Petunia Pink
It was the summer of ’21. Twenty-twenty one that is. The Pandemic was over, or at least that’s what health officials kept saying. Advertisements on the television and plastered all across every social media feed promised a return to everyday life. Life before the Pandemic. What exactly was that life? I had just turned fourteen, and I was in the prime of my life. Summer without masks, hand sanitizer and being able to sit close to friends is what we all wanted. I had no idea that the Pandemic was merely the beginning of a chain of events unlike any other. Little did I know that my parents buying the barn down on Byers Lane was no coincidence. The barn that was once the location of many of the town’s markets, dances and town hall meetings had sat vacant for many years. No one knew why the town suddenly stopped all activity out of it, but there it sat vacant, until my parents bought it. The barn also happened to be across the street from Petunia’s house.
By Kelly Maurica5 years ago in Fiction
