by sharricharan | Oct 10, 2017 | Flash Fiction
“It’s not fair, Mama!” Jana crumpled to the stable floor, the fight draining out of her. “They—they don’t—!” “That’s the key right there,” her mother said, sternly. “They don’t. They don’t do anything. They never have, because they don’t actually care. Listen, I’m not...
by sharricharan | Jun 27, 2016 | Flash Fiction, Writing
Her voice is like a corkscrew, boring deeper into my psyche than I want it to, curving wickedly through my bare consciousness and scarring the barriers I’ve constructed. I am not thinking straight. I am not thinking crooked. What mother would do this? What mother in...
by sharricharan | Jun 8, 2014 | Uncategorized
Maya Angelou I cried when Maya Angelou died. It was as if I’d woken to some terrible dystopian reality. The news stared blankly at me from my cellphone screen. Her news. Her death. I got out of bed. Shoving my feet into slippers and my arms into my...
by sharricharan | Nov 8, 2013 | Uncategorized
I have the lovely distinction of hosting Friday Fiction this week. To join in the Friday Fiction fun, just add the link to your story to the linky widget below. Don’t forget to read and share. Happy weekend! A/N: In honor of NaNoWriMo, I’m...
by sharricharan | Oct 24, 2013 | Uncategorized
Hello, everyone! I have the lovely distinction of hosting Friday Fiction this week. I’m gearing up for NaNoWriMo, starting next month, so hopefully, there will be some fun excerpts to share in the next few weeks. To join in the Friday Fiction fun,...