Rachael MacDonald
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Avid Reader, Sometimes Poet, Occasional Writer, and searcher of truths often lost in the breaths between candy-coated lies.
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A Fate that Burns
“I’m hungry.” “Me too.” “Are we there yet?” “Can we stop at the next gas station? I have to pee.” It seemed mid-day had arrived with its usual fanfare as the Gladwell’s car continued to roll down the one-lane highway. Its brown wooden exterior absorbing the sweltering heat, as sweat broke out on its passenger’s skin like drops of morning dew. Long stretches of road opened up, the wind dancing amongst the heat waves, melding together in perfect tango.
By Rachael MacDonald2 years ago in Fiction
It Wasn't Me
One thing you need to know about me is this, I never lie. With me, you get the truth, the whole truth, nothing but the truth, so help me, well I don’t believe in God, but you get the idea. Whether you like it or not. No weaselly denials from this guy. No sugar coating or lying to save your pretty little feelings. Want someone to make you feel better? Comfort you with the lies you tell yourself so you can sleep soundly at night? Find some other sad schlep. I got integrity. I have balls. I have the right to tell this story. And this story, my story, is a story of murder.
By Rachael MacDonald2 years ago in Chapters
