Sherry Ryan
Bio
I have ink in my veins. It is a curse and a joy. Reality makes it challenging to devote myself to the pen. I have finally succumbed to my daemon blood and hereby commit myself to making it the reality of my life. Perhaps I will find peace.
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Pollywogs
Mud sucked at Sissy’s rubber boots as she tramped through the gooey stuff at water’s edge. Early morning sunlight dappled through the trees around the spaghetti pond. Its warmth kissed her rosy cheeks, as her breath crystalized in the air before her. She followed the misty sparkles as they drifted and faded into the light. These shimmering gems of rainbow light took her mind away from the mission. The one that she hadn’t been invited to join. Earlier in the kitchen, she dismissed her brother’s protests as they pulled on their rubber boots and jackets. Ever William’s shadow, she tagged along. Now she trudged behind him to the spot he deemed perfect for collecting pollywogs. The distance between them grew as she struggled to pull her feet from the mud which suctioned her in place.
By Sherry Ryan4 years ago in Fiction
Crack the Whip
Rebecca absent-mindedly sipped her Sunday morning coffee, as she peered through the frosty pane. Winter had been particularly long with countless storms and cold, so very cold. Despite her dislike of winter, she marvelled at the sparkling drifts and swirls laying just beyond the window. Trees became indistinguishable beneath plump layers of crusty snow. An icicle, too heavy to sustain itself, fell crashing to the ground, bringing her back from reverie. Shards of ice scuttled outward as if in a game of crack the whip. Images of children spinning outward flooded Rebecca’s mind.
By Sherry Ryan4 years ago in Fiction
The Cost of Kisses
The afternoon sun tilted in the sky. Smearing the clouds shamelessly with bright smudges of pink. So began its ritual descent. Lisa admired the way the sun kissed the clouds so passionately with its goodbye. Not long ago, her breath was taken away by such luscious farewell kisses. She missed that time. All that remained was the little black book. Secrets her lover thought hidden. Oh yes, and the money. She can’t forget that.
By Sherry Ryan5 years ago in Humans
