Natalie Marie Stefani-Rice

Joined October 2017

95 stories

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So please grant me peace from the demons I see. They crowd me and stalk me and won't let me be.

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Life's Beaten Path
I can hear the whispers of the woods, walking late at night under the full moon. Trees swaying with the slight breeze Mother Nature has gifted.
By Natalie Marie Stefani-Rice7 years ago in Poets
I'm Wondering
I'm only yards away from you, you are sleeping. I can hear you breathe. I watch you from the hallway. The hallway in the home we created almost two decades ago.
By Natalie Marie Stefani-Rice7 years ago in Poets
All You Need Is You
Why do you chose, always, the hardest way? The most difficult path? Is it because you find it challenging? In an alarming sense, it just all seems so maddening.
By Natalie Marie Stefani-Rice7 years ago in Poets
November Breezes; She Remembers
The sun rises over the parking lot at Wal-Mart; announcing its presence with an array of oranges, reds and yellows. Seagulls flying overhead, in spite of the cold, causing you to wonder if they even know where they are.
By Natalie Marie Stefani-Rice7 years ago in Humans
Almost There
Staring out the window. Rain. It's cold. "It's only going to get colder," she says. He nods his head. He's driving. He quiet.
By Natalie Marie Stefani-Rice7 years ago in Poets
Chasing Ghosts
You can spend your time chasing ghosts, in the hopes they can see you in their shadows. You can lead a friend into the daylight, but only if they leave their darkness behind.
By Natalie Marie Stefani-Rice7 years ago in Poets
Driving
The red lights are flashing when she pulls up to the four way stop. "The grey Jeep goes first," she tells herself. "He's got the right of way."
By Natalie Marie Stefani-Rice7 years ago in Proof
Waiting
Your venomous words reach out to grab me. Consume me. Stiffle my breathing. Causing me to whimper when I thought my soul had wept it's last.
By Natalie Marie Stefani-Rice7 years ago in Poets
New Year 2030, When We Dance
She stops for a moment to feel the heat from the fireplace on her legs and hands. Winter time took such a toll on her so many years ago.
By Natalie Marie Stefani-Rice7 years ago in Poets
You Know I Really Don't Blame You
I really don't blame you. I know it's not your fault. We've been together for so long now and we know what works and what doesn't.
By Natalie Marie Stefani-Rice7 years ago in Poets
The Leaves Are Falling
"The leaves are falling," she said. "I'm scared." "Shhhh," he whispered softly in her ear. "It's going to be okay." "You promise?"
By Natalie Marie Stefani-Rice7 years ago in Poets
Crystal Death
Tic. Tic. Her wall clock needs a battery. It's been 6:35 PM for about a week now. She sits rocking on her couch alone.
By Natalie Marie Stefani-Rice7 years ago in Poets

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Life's Beaten Path

I'm Wondering

All You Need Is You

November Breezes; She Remembers

Almost There

Chasing Ghosts

Driving

Waiting

New Year 2030, When We Dance

You Know I Really Don't Blame You

The Leaves Are Falling

Crystal Death

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