Latest Fiction Post
- The Library After her mom closed the bedroom door, Rae watched the sliver of light creep under her door. If the bathroom light was on, then she could pretend that her parents were awake in the living room. And if her parents were awake in the living room, then she was safe. She clung to this thought as she hid beneath the covers. Everyone knew that monsters couldn’t get through the blankets. As bursts of orange and yellow began to morph into shapes in her mind, she heard a train whistle as clear as if it was in her room. Now her parents would dismiss this. Call it a dream or tell her she only heard the train passing a few neighborhoods away. But it was so distinct and close. Rae sat up, eyes darting to make sure her dolls hadn’t moved. They never did, but she could feel them watching. Her eyelids drooped, but her mind bugged her heart until her body twitched with panic. She gathered her courage, bundled her blanket into a lump behind her, turned on her dog flashlight, and leaned over to look under the bed. Two bins of Barbies took up the space there. She pushed them back against the wall so that nothing could hide behind them. No movement or noise indicated that there was anything more there than toys. Sitting back up, Rae tried to reassure herself. She was being silly. What could a train do to hurt her? How could a train even get in her ...
Latest Poetry Post
- Northern Night The quiet of night settles over her bedroom as the cricket choir chirps. The warm comforter tangles around her feet. As her eyes close, green and blue lights dance in the corner of her room. Could it be the glow from her TV as the credits role? No, it’s something more reflected in her mirror. In the reflection, her tall wooden desk has transformed into a log cabin with soft, inviting light shining through the windows. Her white iron bed frame is now a sled. And her tan carpet has turned into snow. She kicks off the covers and now she’s skating across a frozen lake beneath a sky of stars and the Aurora. The air is cool, but not too cold. Light from the sky fends off the dark. Being alone does not scare her. And when she returns to her bed and her room and her life, she feels safe. Pretending was easy then.
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WedbushWrite is the official website of Sydney Wedbush the fantasy and speculative fiction author. Here you will find her fiction and poetry posts as well as updates on her writing projects and articles from her study abroad in London. Learn more about her on the About page.