Marsha Morgan Medina
Bio
Marsha Morgan Medina is a retired mother and grandmother who lives in Southern California, USA. Marsha has had previous, various articles published online .
Stories (3/0)
Crunch
The girl heard the sound of something almost directly behind her. It was a crunchy sound, the kind of noise you hear sometimes, as you walk in a field, right after a first frost. It was getting late and she knew George would have dinner waiting for her. It was a shadowy time of the evening. That time when it was dark, but if you looked hard, you could still see shapes around you. She pulled her sweater closer and wished she had her gloves in her pocket. Her hands were becoming stiff with the cold. Her stomach rumbled and she wondered what George had cooked for their dinner? The crunch sound came louder and she thought it sounded much closer. She shivered involuntarily and wished with all her might that she hadn’t had to stay late at the hospital tonight. Rose hadn’t shown up for her shift and they had asked her to stay until they found a replacement. Being who she was, Traci decided that of course she would stay for a few hours longer, to help out. Traci stumbled all of a sudden, as the night closed around her. She quickly regained her balance, and she had a sensation as if someone might be walking near her. She shivered and her blood seemed to drain from her head and she wondered if she might faint? How she wanted George to be walking beside her right now. Another crunch, a quick, loud thud and a slight moaning sound pierced the dark, velvet like, night. Traci’s blood ran cold throughout her body. She wanted to run. She was afraid. She wanted to be home safe, in the warm comfort of the house she shared with George, in her bed, in his arms. Traci felt lifted momentarily off her feet. The sensation, shocked her, and darkness quickly shut down her thoughts as she lost consciousness.
By Marsha Morgan Medina6 years ago in Horror
Homeless in Paradise
Southern California is stereotypically known as the land of dreams. The weather is almost always perfect, year round. Palm trees sway in the breeze. Winters are typically mild and welcoming. Tropical flowers decorate the landscape. Tourists in designer sunglasses and name brand clothing crowd the sidewalks and local shopping areas. The ocean, desert, and ski resorts are all accessible, within hours of each other. Many of the people who live in Southern California are some of the wealthiest in the nation. Sadly though, things aren’t always glamorous for the residents here.
By Marsha Morgan Medina6 years ago in The Swamp
Crazy
When I had what I call, my breakdown, I was just out of an 18 year marriage. I had four beautiful children, who meant the world to me, no experience in a current job market and I felt alone, rejected, abandoned and very, very sad. My weekend alcoholic, husband had decided to leave me for another woman and I was overwhelmed and devastated. My world had come crashing down and I woke up one morning, sat on the sofa and started to cry uncontrollably. I cried for all of the above reasons, I cried basically, because I just couldn’t stop the tears. After about a week of no signs of the waterworks stopping, my kids started looking at me like I might be, well you know...CRAZY! I decided to ask around about what my lack of emotional control might mean?
By Marsha Morgan Medina6 years ago in Psyche
