Maili Paul
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I'm autistic. I'm differently abled. I'm a mom of 4 boys and 1 girl. I'm work from home. I'm happily married. I like blue and yellow, particularly together.
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Mal'ak ha-Mashhit
"Thunder," as he spoke his gaze wandered. I inhaled sharply, impatiently, "What did she look like." Third time the vigilante blindsided everyone, killed someone, and disappeared. All I could only gather she was an average height female. "What color of hair?"
By Maili Paul3 years ago in Fiction
Born
She seemed to float across the floor. Thin, tall, with a sharp face. Reaching his desk, she slammed the paper down. He skimmed it. A sarcastic chuckle accompanied his statement of disbelief. She just stared, unabashed. I barely caught the ghosts of self-doubt and insecurity. She had bottled those up, not allowing the weakness to show, not today.
By Maili Paul3 years ago in Fiction
Addicted
“The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window…” I paused for dramatic effect. Watching people’s reactions was a favorite past time. 2 girls in the seat kitty corner from mine leaned in closer, lapping up the words like hungry dogs. As the story unfolded, the small freshmen sitting across the aisle pushed back into her senior sister’s body. My large jean quilt pulled up over her nose.
By Maili Paul4 years ago in Horror
Sgt Hoff
I remember snuggling into my dad’s chest, feeling the waves of exhaustion wash over my little body as he read the classics. Not many people have listened to Little Women, The Hobbit, and 20,000 Leagues by the time they were 8, I did. But my story doesn’t start here. It starts before my dad was born. It starts with the death of a soldier. I’ve never been to war and I’m maybe the wrong person to tell you; but there isn’t anyone else. On an unknown date, between 1942 and 1945, in one of the many trenches ripped into the European landscape died a man I know nothing about.
By Maili Paul4 years ago in Families
