Meredith McLarty
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The Saloon Murders
It’s late in the evening. The cowboys and cowgirls are all in bed. A woman is sitting in the dark again. She is at her desk typing details in a letter. She doesn’t need the light to see what is being typed. She’s got it down to a science. She types it urgently as if it’s a matter between life and death. The typewriter dings with each return. She is frantic and determined to fix what this woman has done to the man she loves. In mid-sentence, the phone rings causing her to jump. She answers it.
By Meredith McLarty2 days ago in Fiction
The Smoking Girl. Content Warning.
Part 1 My intentions have always been good. Suddenly something happened that made me start doing things I wouldn’t ever do. Like, I took up smoking again after ten years. This is awful. Why do I do this shit? I know it’s no good for me. I take a long drag off my cigarette. I am so pissed. Smoking helps; I guess. I have put with this for far too long. The cool Fall air feels good as I take another hit. I glance over at the empty bottle of wine leaning against my denim-covered thigh.
By Meredith McLarty7 days ago in Fiction
The Mind Of A Child
(A retelling of Alice In Wonderland which is now mine!) The Mind Of A Child Part I *Amanda* We need a good day. It’s not every day that this sweet little girl turns nine, you know. Today needs to be perfect. No bickering, yelling or carrying on allowed. My name is Amanda. I am out at the mall with my mom. She always makes sure every birthday is fun and full of adventure. Technically my birthday isn’t until tomorrow. We’re getting stuff together early. My dad is taking the day off to spend it with me. We just finished our fudge sundaes. Our seat overlooks the main floor of the mall atop a balcony where the food court is. I glance over at the cassette and VHS store next to us. I have my heart and hopes set so much on the new Thriller album. “We don’t have time today, Amanda.” My mother chimes in.
By Meredith McLarty5 months ago in Fiction
