M.B. Carter
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Just a girl who loves to write and is still trying to figurei it all out.
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Life's Melodies
My grandmother insisted I start piano lessons when I was six. I studied for ten years but it wasn’t my thing. I’m a writer and a vocalist. My husband is a musician as well as my son. Music is a language on a subterranean level. I have a bunch of playlists. One for summer, one for the shower, one for encouragement, old school, stuff I love right now, other random compilations…I have a collection of vinyl that includes 45s and so many compact discs. I still have my iPod. It’s the one with the wheel and it no longer works but I loved it and can’t bear to let it go.
By M.B. Carter3 years ago in Beat
Mallory Heard a Putty Tat
Putty Tat popped up out of nowhere. Startled, Mallory scowled at him. She was there to babysit Dollar and had counted on the fact that the cat would do what cats do – mind its business. But here he was, in her personal space with a face that portrayed his general disdain for humans. Mallory stroked the cat tentatively. He was temperamental and she didn’t want to get cat scratched and end up with some infection that wouldn’t heal.
By M.B. Carter3 years ago in Fiction
Me Clashes with Myself and I
Jesse and Gavin had been her best friends. But it was obvious that something had changed. Shay had looked forward to visiting them but shortly after her arrival, something felt off. They were distant and didn’t embrace her the way she expected after having not seen them in a couple of years. She and Jesse had always had an easy rapport. Gavin had flirted with her shamelessly and while it was also innocent with no hope of ever becoming anything serious, it was fun and lighthearted. All three of them had been excited about her visit but now…they seemed to suddenly change their minds.
By M.B. Carter3 years ago in Fiction
The Potion is the Person
She’d proved it could be done but it was a bittersweet discovery. All Kristin could think about now was how to change her own life. She sipped hot coffee mindlessly, not noticing the sweat starting to glisten around her temples. She felt chilled inside. It was time to leave, and Regina hadn’t shown up. She was almost an hour late. Kristin reluctantly pulled the badge from her pocket…a token really but just when she was ready to use it, Regina walked in.
By M.B. Carter4 years ago in Fiction
The Life You Want
The sky growled. Emma hurried to get this round of planting done before the storm. Her fingers unearthed a worm with a clump of soil in her raised bed and she silently thanked it for the work it was doing to benefit her garden. A welcomed raindrop kissed her nose, gently urging her to gather her garden tools and save the rest for another day. Another clap of thunder, much closer this time, was the final persuasion. She quickly grabbed her gear along with the buried treasure she’d found and jogged to the shed.
By M.B. Carter4 years ago in Fiction
The 28 Year Agreement
Nearly 28 years ago their lives were changed. Shelly couldn’t explain her bond with Chris and Tommy to her husband. They shared an experience that shook them to their young cores. She knew he wouldn’t believe the details, he being a practical, no nonsense man who couldn’t see past his nose in order to imagine the possibility of things.
By M.B. Carter4 years ago in Fiction
One Time I Was Awful
The entirety of life is a learning curve. It’s a process. It’s about growth. It’s about being better than you were yesterday, even if just slightly. It’s about not beating yourself up if you aren’t. Hopefully, you’ll get another shot at it tomorrow. It’s cumulative. It’s baby steps. It’s moving forward on your journey, incrementally. It’s the stock market. Sometimes you’re up. Sometimes you’re down. But ideally, you’re mostly up before you cash out.
By M.B. Carter4 years ago in Confessions
Purveyors
“I’m doing it this year! I’m egging that old house!” “Are you crazy?” The mansion was off limits. There was no reason to play tricks on a house you didn’t even ask for treats. “Come on, Parker. Let’s just go. Miz Harriet gives whole candy bars.” This was probably our last year on the Halloween streets. Our neighbors frowned upon 13-year-olds taking candy from babies.
By M.B. Carter4 years ago in Fiction
