Sandra Pici

Fiction Writer

Skip to content
  • Home
  • About Me
  • My Blog
  • My Quotes
  • My Short Stories
  • Buy My Books
  • Contact Me
Search

desire

The Ad Man

December 10, 2018December 14, 2018 / Sandra Pici / Leave a comment

I don’t want to be that man who sells ads on benches. Although a respectable profession, I really think it would make my depression much worse. Bartending appears to be my career as of now. It is a sales-type of position, I guess, but the alcohol suppresses my depression into vacation mode, so I’m alright … Continue reading The Ad Man

Hope Chest

May 13, 2018December 11, 2018 / Sandra Pici / Leave a comment

     The faint image of a clock in a remote window snagged Larynn’s attention.  It was a grandfather clock, she realized, which she thought quite peculiar.  She questioned what it was doing leaning against the window, its face pressing against the glass as its bottom half disappeared off in the other direction.  Larynn could … Continue reading Hope Chest

A Silver Bullet for Sarah

April 7, 2018December 11, 2018 / Sandra Pici / 2 Comments

“Sarah,” said the doctor, checking his watch for the time.  Lunchtime neared on a beautiful day in early November, “I see, unfortunately, only three to six months remaining for you.  I’m sorry...so sorry.” Joshua looked up from fiddling with his cell phone, then returned to it for a moment, setting it on vibrate.  Slide show … Continue reading A Silver Bullet for Sarah

Denial

March 12, 2018December 11, 2018 / Sandra Pici / 2 Comments

Passion squeezes my logic dry, copious, alive – sense unclear. Explosion of feelings gone awry that I try to fight, and fear. But how can I deny the force you so eagerly supply? Your gloves that fit so firmly well upon my hands that sweetly swell? But physically do we dare to tread where others … Continue reading Denial

Masquerade

March 12, 2018July 20, 2025 / Sandra Pici / Leave a comment

Enters the one hope fears to see, disgust and adoration beam, not wanting sight nor sound nor word nor innuendo slightly heard Of how one lives or lives thus touched for some whose lives not touched so much. So silence soothes the hopeless fool, more soothing than a hungry soul. With solitude time does so … Continue reading Masquerade

Recent Posts

  • Editing is done!
  • Contact Me
  • The Overthinker
  • Karma
  • Death

Meta

  • Log in
  • Entries feed
  • Comments feed
  • WordPress.org

Blog Stats

  • 2,908 hits

Archives

  • May 2025
  • October 2019
  • September 2019
  • August 2019
  • July 2019
  • April 2019
  • December 2018
  • August 2018
  • July 2018
  • June 2018
  • May 2018
  • April 2018
  • March 2018
Powered by WordPress.com.

Loading Comments...