Some sort of miracle.

I have no clue how to account for this. My life has devolved into some sort of hellish existence filled with drama and snark and pain. Surely my mother must be involved, right?  I was engaged in combat with some people, and I don’t even know what went wrong. I keep replaying it in myContinue reading “Some sort of miracle.”

My short story!

Hey guys! I can’t share my story over at the forum because it’s gone to hell, so I figured I’d share it here! This is © Meg Kimball, 2020. My assignment was to write a 1,000-word story taking place at a newsstand with the genre of historical fiction and the inclusion of a parking meter.Continue reading “My short story!”

Will she ever clean her room?

I’ve been working very hard on my memoirs. I’ve already written 26,000 words (out of a goal of 75,000) in under a month. The memories are flowing like a fine merlot. Not that I’ve ever drank merlot, but we do have some Kentucky bourbon downstairs. I keep listening to Duran Duran’s “Come Undone“, which I’mContinue reading “Will she ever clean her room?”

Escape! Freedom!

Writing my memoirs here… I’m around eight, nine, ten years old here. I was troubled and unhappy. I woke up once in the middle of the night surrounded by bright orange flames. I knew I was going to burn alive. It would be unbearably painful, and if I were unlucky, I’d live… only to spendContinue reading “Escape! Freedom!”

The continuing saga.

It was actually worse than that. I was playing piano for my mom when my dad and his friend Dani showed up. Dani is a server at the local tavern, and she and my dad hang out all the time. My dad likes her but she has a boyfriend, so they’re just friends. Circumstances beingContinue reading “The continuing saga.”

Like a mother.

I’m exhausted. The iffing (intermittent fasting) went well. I made it until 6:45 PM, which is 22.25 hours overall (I think). But that aside, I unwisely chose to spend the day with my mother. The problem is that, having not seen her since much earlier this year, I “forgot” how odious she can be. AndContinue reading “Like a mother.”

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