Clink Clink Clink The sound of the pickaxe reverberated throughout the mine burrowing into Chip’s skull, making his head throb. A chunk of coal broke loose from the cave wall in his designated corner and Chip took the chance to take a quick break. His shoulders sagged as he wiped a bead of sweat fromContinue reading “The Coal Miner’s Christmas”
Author Archives: Gabby Gaspard
Morals
Bennett adjusted his halo for the third time that morning. “I swear, they make these things looser every century,” he muttered. “Maybe it’s just your head getting too big,” Lilin said, stretching out like a cat across Elizabeth’s left shoulder. Her black, pointed tail flicked lazily, narrowly missing the tip of the little girl’s ear.Continue reading “Morals”
Professional Social Posts
This is a gallery of the social media posts I have made while working for 12News in Beaumont, TX.
2009
I wake up in the morning to my alarm I look over and see my ten-year-old self sleeping peacefully She stretches her legs and wakes up slowly I get up and get ready for work She stays in bed I put on makeup and do my hair She finally decides to get up and doesContinue reading “2009”
If Walls Could Talk
A new family has moved in. A dad, a mom, a son, and two daughters. The two daughters are sharing a room. It makes sense that this is the room they chose, one wall is entirely a mirror, except for the window. There will be no fighting over the mirror for these sisters. The closetContinue reading “If Walls Could Talk”
Musings On Motherhood
Motherhood. What does it mean to be a mother? According to dictionary.com: Does that help? Can we describe motherhood in these three definitions? As I’m sitting in this coffee shop, trying to finish my novel, I watch as three women walk in together. All with matching curly hair. I watch as the adult woman picksContinue reading “Musings On Motherhood”
My Abduction
Originally published in Pulse 2022-2023, Lamar University’s literary magazine. Date Unknown, 1st Day of Record I don’t know where I am. I don’t know how I got here. All I know is that these… things… are not human. The last thing I remember was walking down the street after my car broke down. My phone stopped workingContinue reading “My Abduction”
1-800-273-8255
(This story was first written in 2020. It was originally published in Lamar University Pulse.) At least black is slimming. That’s the thought that ran through Riley’s head as she stared at her reflection in the mirror. I’m too young to be getting dressed for the funeral of a friend. At 21 years old itContinue reading “1-800-273-8255”
We Were Girls
We were girls. We had slumber parties where we would stay up too late, gossiping. We played with Barbies. We giggled about the boys we had crushes on. We passed notes in class, trying to figure out who we would marry and where we would live. We were girls when we played at parks, swingingContinue reading “We Were Girls”
Adam And Eve On A Raft
Annie had seen the flyers posted all around the town. She finally took notice of one while on her walk to campus. It was stapled to a telephone pole. “LONELY PEOPLE NEEDED. COMPANIONSHIP WANTED. NOTHING MORE, NOTHING LESS. GENDER & AGE DON’T MATTER. MEET @ DELILAH’S DINER 4PM” It seemed innocent enough, she’s a lonelyContinue reading “Adam And Eve On A Raft”
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