Mary Benson
Bio
I'm an aspiring short story writer, looking to see if I'm any good.
Stories (6/0)
Fallen
Here I lay, covering my face. I have fallen from the highest of places down to earth. I am powerless to stop or reverse it. Can I ever become what I once was? Do I want to? I ask myself these questions and more as I struggle to figure out how to live. It was so easy before, but now I find even simple tasks a challenge.
By Mary Benson5 years ago in Humans
The Struggle
Red, that is the color she saw the moment Lilly heard her mother utter the words, “You have a week to get your stuff out of the house.” She was livid that, after the years of mental abuse she suffered for that woman’s enjoyment and her sister’s benefit, she was being thrown out of her own home. All because her mother decided to start an affair with a married man and then when that fell apart, move several states away after stopping paying all bills.
By Mary Benson5 years ago in Families
Darkness
Every six months, my grandmother and I make an appointment to go to Pontiac for a dental visit. Everything is usually routine, from the car ride, to what happens in the dentist chair. Three quarters of this 30-minute drive is usually spent talking to my grandmother, the other quarter is spent internally panicking at the thought of the dentist.
By Mary Benson5 years ago in Longevity
