Susan L. Marshall
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Susan L. Marshall is the founder of Story Playscapes and the monumental Theatre Playscapes. She is the contemporary metaphysical literature author of the Amazon best-selling: "Bare Spirit" and "Wild Soul," which are available globally.
Stories (26)
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Wild Love at Christmas Eve. Top Story - December 2025.
If we grow old together, help me to remember the catch in my voice when I faced this old world anew one Christmas Eve ... Aflock in the town's tavern, my head a mix of love and merry. Downing my glass of Moscato, my head spinning with claustrophobia, I ripped away from the endless whir of clutches and kisses. Pushing open the heavy wooden door, I found relief in the welcome outside air.
By Susan L. Marshall27 days ago in Fiction
My Heart's Field
My heart's field is narrow, slipping along the undulating grass and crying over the snipped flowers of my soul. I house a garden that is ill-formed and barely tended to, with little specific purpose, other than to cope with my own momentum of time. In staccato, my breathing shakes as I jog along the bare backed road. Raw and emotional, I scrape myself along the road, black mascara streaming down my cheeks. Eyes fogged, I misjudge my steps, my broken high heels scraping mercilessly across the harsh bitumen, tripping me up.
By Susan L. Marshallabout a month ago in Fiction
Lori's Free Will
In the dark world, glistening drops of water cascade, an emotional symphony across the vast, silent echo. Eyes peeled to the distant plains, Lori inhales the gasping breaths of dying Autumn, her feet scattered in a vibrant swirl of rustic, fallen leaves.
By Susan L. Marshall4 months ago in Fiction
The Unforgotten Birth of Life
Lingering hours are delicate and prolonged, flickering like the remnant sparks of fire. Burnt embers glow, alighting the pistils of lilly flowers, scattered across the planks of the wooden jetty. The unforgotten birth of life flashes on and off, a chorus in the passing days, vibrating deep within Gurain's soul.
By Susan L. Marshall5 months ago in Fiction
Whispers of My Deep Soul
Above night, the embers of fire spark, alight with the depths of my hand. Fingers which stroked the edges of suppressed voice, fleshing its fretful chords across creases of bark. Handwriting that scratched and dug its way deep into the grooves of parchment, searching for a way to escape the friction of my soul.
By Susan L. Marshall8 months ago in Fiction
My Secret City of Being
Stark silence drips with my troubles of the past, when I, Candace Deegan, a newly married woman, would step upon this green. On my return here, all is not the same. Unkempt shoots of leaves and flowerless stalks blow wildly in the breeze, reaching for the smallest drift of light. My long white dress flaps madly, clinging to my legs and restricting my movement. I do not know what to expect in my present state.
By Susan L. Marshall9 months ago in Fiction
Shards of Human Being
Twilight is frozen, a glacier of air that engulfs the minute seconds of time left until ... If this time could speak, its shades would burn brighter than my confused mind. Deep, pulsating auras of light would flash, attuned to the rhythms of my soul. For this eve is unsettled, trapped in this very moment when the sun cannot quite set.
By Susan L. Marshall9 months ago in Futurism
Our Forbidden Love
Night crawls deeply into the rhythm of my soul, flowing with the sultry twist and turn of my hips and setting my pulse alive. As I move, I close my eyes, entranced by the increasing, alluring sound. I have waited so long for this day, to welcome my forbidden love home.
By Susan L. Marshall11 months ago in Fiction
