Nancy Richy
Bio
I am a short story writer from NY and a contributing author to two #1 Amazon bestsellers. I have been published on MasticadoresUSA, Spillwords, Literary Revelations and The Writer’s Club. I was featured on the BBC Radio program Upload.
Stories (4)
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Just Desserts
Death comes suddenly to some; for others it takes a lifetime. It was Good Friday of 1946; Kathleen O’Brien walked through a narrow cobblestone passage way to St. Brigid’s Church. She hated walking by Sully’s Bar with its overpowering stench of booze and abundance of seedy characters hanging around but she was late for services (a terrible habit) and this was a convenient shortcut. She was twenty-two years old – no longer a kid – yet she’d rather die than admit to her mother that she missed the Veneration of the Cross. It was bad enough she was late for everything.
By Nancy Richy3 years ago in Fiction
Screaming In The Night
“I can see it now! I can see it! Got to get it!!” David Stapleton screamed in his sleep. He flailed about on his bed, entangled in a mass of sweaty sheets and blankets. David slowly started to come out of his stupor, stuck in a surreal and frightening dimension between sleep and wakefulness. His eyelids felt stuck together and his mouth was parched. His body was stiff and leaden, his breathing heavy, his heart beating rapidly. David wasn’t sure of his surroundings; was this real or was he reliving his worst nightmare?
By Nancy Richy3 years ago in Fiction
When Gypsies Cry
Normally I don’t take the subway to work but I heard there was a bad auto accident backing up traffic for miles on the highway so driving wasn’t an option. My train was already at the station when I arrived. Every seat was taken except for one in the corner. I quickly sat down as the train began filling up with passengers.
By Nancy Richy3 years ago in 01
Hindsight Is 20/20
Did you ever wish you could go back in time to when you were five years old? That’s a reasonable age – old enough to grasp the difference between right and wrong yet young enough to be just a kid having lots of fun; not on the cusp of adulthood so it’s probably a good idea to try not to muck it all up.
By Nancy Richy3 years ago in Fiction
