Mary Ann Callahan
Bio
I live in Upstate New York, one of the most beautiful places in the United States. But I also have spent many years working in some of the most broken places on Earth.
My hope is that those expereinces will produce great stories .
Stories (5)
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Chen Lau Ling
Chen Lau Ling and the Mystery of the Ring When it came to Siamese cats, Chen Lau Ling was the “Siamese-ezeest”. He was regal, but, all Siamese cats are regal. He had silky, sleek fur, but all Siamese cats have that. And the dark grey fur from his paws to his long, graceful legs made it seem as though he was wearing silk stockings. But many Siamese cats look like they are wearing stockings. What was different about Chen Lua ling was his face. It was wide and looked even wider thanks to the long dark grey ears that framed it. His long nose met a mouth that seemed to always express a solemn expression, which made him look grouchy, which was not true, at least not all the time. But the most distinguishing feature of Chen Lau Ling was his blue, piercing eyes. They were big, round, and very blue. Most of the time they could only be seen through the slits of his eyelids, as if he were trying to focus. And it seemed that Chen Lua ling was always focusing on something or someone.
By Mary Ann Callahan4 years ago in Fiction
The Gathering
Spring Forest Cemetery was a lovely wooded resting place nestled in an aging neighborhood of middle-class homes. Its rolling hills reflected the landscape of Upstate New York. Along with the headstones placed there over so many years, the cemetery’s hills were also home to gigantic ancient oaks and maples. Their leaves created vibrant palettes as they changed each year before falling around those headstones, decorating the graves of those resting there with such beauty.
By Mary Ann Callahan4 years ago in Fiction
The General's Bones
2009 The Afghan National Army base at the end of the Darulaman Road was as neat and well maintained as any site in a country broken by the devastation of war. The feeling of pride of place and the positive attitude of the personnel working there was pleasantly palpable. It was just so very different from most places in the careworn nation.
By Mary Ann Callahan4 years ago in Earth
Trees of green
I’m from Upstate New York, the southern central part along the Pennsylvania border. The very first memories I have of my valley are the rolling hills that surround it, and the trees that cover them. They form a delicate wood filled with lush green undergrowth and several varieties of endearing little animals who inhabit it. And at home, my mother’s large garden produced an abundance of vegetables and flowers which kept both our bodies and souls fed.
By Mary Ann Callahan4 years ago in Earth
The Stand
The engine turned over immediately, purring softly as he adjusted the seat and looked into the rear-view mirror. He pushed the buttons to open all the windows at once and opened the cover of the sunroof. The softness of the leather seat and the sound of the stereo system were like a balm, easing the tightness in his muscles. He allowed himself to relax, even if just a little, and ran his hands over the bumps underneath the steering wheel. He was close to making the "brrrmm, brrrmm" sound that children make when they play at driving, but restrained himself on the off chance that one of the neighbors might be looking. It would not do for a newly retired colonel to act in such a manner.
By Mary Ann Callahan5 years ago in Fiction
