Rachel McCaulley
Bio
I began writing poetry at the age of 12. Since then, I’ve written short stories, plays, news articles, a novel, and even a pilot for a tv show. Nothing feels quite the same as putting just the right words together in just the right way.
Stories (4)
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What is this I see?
I walk with giants. I move among beasts. Some days I think that I am one of them. But which I do not know. I look into the mirror glass. Is this me that stares back? Come look, cheek to cheek. You are there, oh so clear, but look a little closer darling. If you dare.
By Rachel McCaulley4 years ago in Poets
Train
Charlie pulled his hat and gloves out of the closet. He carefully wrapped his scarf around his neck and tucked the ends inside his coat. Inside the kitchen, he watched his mom spread peanut butter on two slices of bread and wrap the sandwich with plastic wrap. She filled a thermos with hot chocolate and placed it inside his lunchbox with the sandwiches. Charlie put his lunchbox inside his backpack and cinched it shut. “Where are you off to today, Charlie?” she asked, as she zipped up his jacket and wiped a wet thumb at his cheek. Charlie ducked his head.
By Rachel McCaulley4 years ago in Fiction
