Fiction & Contemplation in Maine

Fiction & Contemplation in Maine

Tag: mind

Stasis [short story]

Stasis [short story]

By Corissa Haury I feel his fingers grip mine for the last time, before we plunge into dreamless hibernation. Before we crawl into the hard-coated, white shells before us. Others stand around while I hold his hands, while I kiss his lips. His soft kiss, affectionate […]

A quiet morning [ short story ]

A quiet morning [ short story ]

By Corissa Haury Winter was on its way, but it was not yet present. It still felt like it could have been late autumn, when the cold doesn’t fall below 40 degrees and there is a damp stillness to the foggy air. One still put the […]

Summoning [short story]

Summoning [short story]

By Corissa Haury She stood at the crossroads, where there were four stop signs. It was freezing. Her nose was numb. There were tiny frozen pieces of snow, ice, and her own frosty breath that framed her hood, closed as tight as she could manage without […]

Most of the Time [poem]

Most of the Time [poem]

By Corissa Haury A short poem about writing indoors. Corissa HauryRidiculous, curious, most likely delirious. I love a great story, whether it comes in the form of words or visual stimuli. I believe everyone has a story to tell, and I love to share mine. Please […]

Dark Shadows and Storms [short story]

Dark Shadows and Storms [short story]

By Corissa Haury “Mom?” I call throughout the house. She doesn’t answer the usual, “I’m home!” I call out when I return from my best friend’s house in the evening. Over the water, the sun is setting, and I knew she would be cooking up dinner. That is, she […]

Venom [short story]

Venom [short story]

  By Corissa Haury I close my eyes and I let the venom burn through my veins. The viper’s juice is soaking into my skin. The little yellow drop of rejuvenation filters through the open wound and rips through my bloodstream. Pain dips into my psyche […]

Wander in a Cemetery [short story]

Wander in a Cemetery [short story]

by Corissa Haury My sister and I wander amongst the veterans’ graves on a rainy day in May. The cemetery is bigger than I had originally thought; so much so that we will get lost on the way out, but I don’t know it yet. We […]