Recent content by AliceO

Toni stared at the invitation in her hand. Adams High School Class of 1973 50th Reunion. She’d been seventeen in 1973. The year the U.S. left Vietnam. Roe v. Wade. Watergate. She hadn’t had a clue about any of it back then. High school had been her whole world. Dancing to Elton John’s...

Thank you so much! I had fun writing it.

Form 194 is the actual form. (I googled “194” for story ideas.) I am one of the millions of descendants of Elizabeth Tilley Howland. Thought it was an appropriate story for Thanksgiving week.

You got us right inside Mathilda. Very evocative. Nicely done. I would have liked a thread connecting the three scenes (a foreshadowing of the fire, perhaps?) or maybe there was one and I missed it.

Story Title:Elizabeth’s Story Department of Homeland Security Form 194: Proof of Legal Entry into the United States Even now, I sometimes dream that we are all together. Before Dad and Mom and I left. I was the youngest of five, but my big brother and my sweet sisters stayed behind. I never...

2013 Grandma plopped on the couch with a book in her hand, a fan on high speed aimed at her face. “I need to lie down, Harper. it’s so hot out there you could fry an egg on the pavement.” Harper looked out the living room window at the hayfield. If she squinted, she could almost make out the...