The Brightest Firefly: A Collection of Short Works
by Dacia M Arnold
A Collection of Short Writings by Author Dacia M Arnold
Writing a World
I write in the wee morning light, when everything slumbers and the morning is merely a pink-orange glow. When the night animals tuck in their dark spaces to escape the light and the day animals roll sleepily from where they claimed as home the night before. When my ...
Little Mary Magdalene
So far the earliest story I have been able to dig up was more about my Great-Grandmother, Regina Philomena Werner (Schmidt). This story was told by my grandmother to her daughter, Jacqueline, who shared it with me for the purpose of this documentation.
A Mirror Negative
She moaned and shook. Lying on the cold, dank concrete in an abandoned basement. Her swollen abdomen contracted. The young woman rolled to her left and right in the pitch black. A gush of thick black liquid poured from her and onto the floor, flowing deep into crack...
A Love Denied
His eyes were fixated on her face, “You have no idea who I am, do you.”
But the truth was, she knew. She knew things about the man in front of her that likely few women knew. They had been children of sorts, clumsy, naïve. His eyes were friendly a...
Christina Rossetti: Historical Fiction
Ms. Christina Rossetti removed her gloves as she entered the studio of the renowned painter. She had heard of his marvelous work from her charity ball, in which his paintings depicting women of all lifestyles were graciously donated to be auctioned for her cause. Sh...
Sunday School Crossing
Cherry spent all night fussing over her green dress with sunflowers on it. She cleaned her shiny white shoes at least four times. Mitchell, her fourth-grade neighbor, and best friend invited her to church. He said there was ice cream at the end of the children&rsquo...
Her ears rang, disorienting her after the blast hit right outside. She blinked through the darkness, small rays of light shined through the holes that peppered her roommate’s side of the metal trailer. Miranda rolled softly to the floor, pulled her body armor ...
Determinism of War
“Gilliam! Take thirty minutes and go clean up,” her shift leader commanded.
Karen was dismissed from her shift after only working three of her twelve hours. She had not bothered to look down at herself since the first combat casualty rolled in miss...
The Last Piece
If there were ever a perfect place, this is where it would be. The roar of the water would drown out her crying. The search parties had moved through the area already and focused their efforts downstream days ago. It was here where he was last seen on his school fie...