Andrea Corwin
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🐘Wildlife 🧘♀️ 🖋️🈷️ 3rd°🥋 See nature through my eyes and photos.
Poetry, haiku, fiction, horror, life experiences. Written without A.I. © Andrea O. Corwin
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Tony's Wedding Toast
"I’m toasting this couple, who met years ago. Lindsay was underage, so it’s good that Brent went off to graduate school. We know there’ve been ups and downs, quite a roller coaster, but love conquered all. Brent got down on one knee and placed that enormous emerald on Lindsay’s chubby finger. What? She had pregnancy fluid retention. I’m a jeweler; I’ll resize it, free. First, Lindsay Ceriddo is smart, funny, and sweet. So weird to attach Brent’s surname to Lindsay. Raise glasses! Second, Brent is an okay provider. Third, Baby Ceriddo, all the best to you when you pop out."
By Andrea Corwin about 4 hours ago in Fiction
The Truth Is Out There
My future is as uncertain as my past. I’ve pondered it for my entire life and still have few answers. The truth is out there - like the quote from the television show, The X-Files. They say to look within, but what can I find in an empty shell?
By Andrea Corwin about 9 hours ago in Fiction
My Favorite Number, 47, Should Be Yours Too
I am NUMBER 47 - don’t ever forget. I want to be 48 too, and my team is working on that. 47’s not my age. Lord, I am almost twice that number, and healthier than any before me. The BEST. That’s me. Donald J. Trump. I’m Number 47.
By Andrea Corwin about 16 hours ago in Writers
The Story Beneath The Story
People call me Bigfoot and other names and say that I smell horribly. They are afraid of me because I’m not human and have fur. I live where few people do, and the scent I give off is from my rich diet. We live in the wilderness, hiding from humans, and smell like the earth and trees. We rub the raw elk onto our fur and sometimes have nests with carcasses and excrement. Humans don’t find traces of our bodies because, when near death, our fur sheds and eagles take it away. We only die in the spring when wolf and bear cubs are emerging, and our bodies feed their young, while their parents consume our bones. There aren’t many of us left. We think humans stink, and we know when they are near. Human females smell better than males, but sometimes their acrid odor makes me sneeze; it seems to happen once every moon.
By Andrea Corwin 6 days ago in Fiction
Lunch, now
My brother’s widow Lunches with her youngest child Today, his birthday My brother died in September of 2024 at the age of 75. 2 massive hurricanes landed in Tampa, Florida. He became ill and was hospitalized at Tampa General Hospital. They released him, with pneumonia, as the city streets were flooding. A few days later, he was admitted to a different hospital, where he died. His birthday is March 9.
By Andrea Corwin 11 days ago in Poets
Don't Just Publish - Keep Your Writing Safe on Vocal
Sharing what you write on Vocal is an easy and fun way to express your creativity. If you paid for a Vocal+ membership, you can enter their contests, known as “challenges.” Anyone can use the prompts in the challenges to work on their writing muscles, even if they're not entering. A supportive writing community exists on Vocal, and many Creators run their own unofficial challenges, adding to the camaraderie.
By Andrea Corwin 17 days ago in Writers
