Michelle Blackerby
Bio
The voice of the new middle aged American Woman.
Stories (4/0)
Viking's Funeral
That damned asshole caw bird is screaming again as I gingerly step into the shifting sand. Cicadas buzz, uncaring as well. The rocks of the lake bed are slippery, so I test my weight with each step. The water’s warmer than I expected. Because the morning mountain air is cool, I expect the water to be freezing. It isn’t. It feels good.
By Michelle Blackerby3 years ago in Fiction
Meghan and Me;
A number of lifetimes ago, I found myself in a bad place in life. Trapped. Couldn’t see my way out of it. Couldn’t see where to go, what to do, or how to do it. Surrounded by a horde who didn’t appreciate me. In fact, the crowd around me had become spiteful and hostile.
By Michelle Blackerby3 years ago in Motivation
Two is Better Than One
My Roger, He’s a Trumphead. A confederate flag hangs in the front yard. He can rattle off ten complaints about the Biden administration in less than five minutes. He hates the fact that Biden shut down the oil pipeline and put people out of work.
By Michelle Blackerby3 years ago in Earth