Stories by Frieda McRae

Reflections

Appostrogetic (Part Two)

As the ceiling shuddered above us, there was an earth-shaking, appostrogetic tumult above our heads that entered our whole being and made our innards shake and tremble...

Appostrogetic (Part Three)

Death is naked before God; destruction lies uncovered” Job was right. I never imagined I'd live through such a day as that...

Déjà vu?

Yip and I stared out the front door into thick, muddy blackness. Weather showed up in a very bad mood...

Luke 8:21

A musical interpretation of the three part story: A Sad Story...

Five Days of Intermissions – Day Five

Work. When will it all end? As the usual work day ends, review the intermissions; those are what is remembered. What would life be without intermissions?...

Five Days of Intermissions – Day Four

How to drive cupid’s arrow straight into its target, without spending a lot of time having to think about it, or how to have a short romance and a long marriage...

Five Days of Intermissions – Day Three

As she approached her house, she heard wails. Turning slowly, there she was; her mother lying motionless on a cot. Her father pulled her school-bag from her back, but she couldn’t feel anything...

Five Days of Intermissions – Day Two

I was a fish caught in a net. No, it was worse. I was a spider caught in its own web. I strolled down the dirt road I was accosted by two village women who brandished their tongues and ran their...
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