The Last Labyrinth
I'm not afraid of the dark, or of the crumbling, sand-colored walls, and I'm not perturbed by being alone. In fact, my step is almost bouncy as I wander the ruins, the remains of the garden walls…
Tag: Rachel Lianna Holland
Lonely Places
I stood in the center of the room, closed my eyes, and breathed deep of the dusty smell. The room was empty, but the walls remembered, and I wondered about the lives that had passed…
Egalitarian Gal: Feminism, Equality, and How We Treat Each Other
Let’s discuss equal rights. I’m a feminist. At least, I’d like to consider myself one, except for that little but vital bit about feminism where it seems you have to also subscribe to the pro-choice…
Northernmost: The Tale of Santa’s Greatest Helper
Santa had a favorite helper who went around the globe with him every Christmas Eve. Her name was Irene. She was a very bright, cheerful little Elf who enjoyed her job, especially since she always…
That Awful, Thrilling Terror
The tower was on a bare hill that overlooked the trails on the outskirts of town. Why there was a tower there, no one knew, but it had stood there since the town was built,…
The Duty of Stars: A Faerie Tale
There was once a young lady named Miss Aurora. She had raven hair and dusky skin and almond shaped onyx eyes with a happy secret winking out of them, and she taught the little…
Melting Clock
Tick-Tock. Tick-Tock. The clock is melting off the shelf. Tick. Drop by drop, it forms a muddy black and white pool on theshelf below. Tock. A larger drop falls from the shelf to the floor,…
Dreams of Fairfield Creek: A Memoir of a Maryland Childhood
In Maryland there’s a suburban neighborhood with a street on it named Fairfield. That’s where I grew up, in 727. It’s a rancher style house made of pink brick, with dark blue shutters on the…