Cover story

June 1, 2015 ~ Tara R. ~ 3 Comments

I was silently swearing as I finished up my household chores. I was running late. Today was the day when I make contact with my handler, and if I missed the exchange, lives could be lost. I was going to the thrift store. A location that didn’t draw attention, but with an abundance of places … Continue reading Cover story

Writing is on the web

May 28, 2015May 29, 2015 ~ Tara R. ~ 5 Comments

Itsy was in trouble… again. Sitting in the academy headmaster’s outer office, she kept dodging the disapproving glare of Miss Muffet. Rumor had it that the old crone had been a fixture of the private school since the reign of Old King Cole. Shifting on the tattered tuffet, Itsy was sure that the uncomfortable seating … Continue reading Writing is on the web

Yellow slick

May 27, 2015July 9, 2015 ~ Tara R. ~ 5 Comments

I tried telling people that the bruises were from my clumsiness, or that I merely bruised easily. No one believed me. The tiny, evenly spaced, purple ovals, the exact shape of an angry fingertip, erupted on my arms regularly, often with the previous alien markers not completely faded alongside the newer ones. As a child, … Continue reading Yellow slick

Ooh that smell

May 23, 2015May 23, 2015 ~ Tara R. ~ 5 Comments

If only high school science fair projects had been as much fun, Nora might not be in the predicament she found herself now. Maybe, she would have gone on to college, married a good man, found a good job, and be living the American dream - a two-story house in the suburbs, 1.13 children, a two-car garage, … Continue reading Ooh that smell

Heart of gold

May 21, 2015May 21, 2015 ~ Tara R. ~ 6 Comments

“He’s got the heart of a lion.” “What the hell is that supposed to mean?” “You know, that he’s über brave.” “Sure he’d be brave it he was a lion. He could take your arm off with one bite. What does he have to be afraid of? He’s the friggin’ King of the Jungle.” “Okay, … Continue reading Heart of gold

Humble servant

May 21, 2015 ~ Tara R. ~ 2 Comments

Your body is my temple, and I worship at the altar to your love. Offering sacrificial kisses as sweet as milk and honey to appease my master. A high priestess in your cloister, I carry my devotion in outstretched arms. A willingly given innocence is my benediction. I drop to my knees, my head bowed in … Continue reading Humble servant