Category: Short Story

Describing Embarrassed

When you’re making a presentation, it’s forgetting all your lines, and your materials, and becoming hot, and sweaty, and panicked while a group of bored, impatient, sympathetic, and tired faces wait for you to either begin, or walk away. It’s seeing someone wave to you […]

Describing Terrified

It’s throwing up before a show and feeling like your guts have just all pooled on the floor. When you run into a group of hardened, tough men at the mouth of a darkened alley, it’s the white-hot heat that seizes your throat, and collapses […]

Describing Energetic

It’s the splash of fresh-squeezed orange juice in your glass on a Saturday morning after a restful sleep, with the sun shining through newly-cleaned windows. It’s the leap and spin of a young ballet dancer breaking in their first pair of pointe shoes. It is […]

Describing Inspiration

It is the flush of heat that comes over your cheeks in the middle of the day, probably during a boring class, or an overlong meeting, or a family reunion that couldn’t go more wrong. It is the punch-drunk giggle you emit when a brilliant […]


Copyright © 2013 C.L. Mannarino All rights reserved. The trees are people, Their branches are limbs and Their twigs and leaves, Fingers and fingernails. As the cold melts into the bones of the earth, Their twisted root-feet rise from the ground, Crashing through the chilly […]


Copyright © 2013 C.L. Mannarino All rights reserved. The snow begins to Thaw, And soft rain Trickles Across barren tree limbs, Down To the rich, solid earth Beneath Slush piles and patches of Ice. Touch my hand in Old age, And fade into the Low […]


Copyright © 2013 C.L. Mannarino All rights reserved. An old woman sits on the northernmost bench of the park between two twisted, barren trees. She wears a long scarf around her neck and her coat falls down beyond her knees. Both match the line of […]


Copyright © 2013 C.L. Mannarino All rights reserved. I’ll keep you warm. We’ll hide beneath the covers and throw the sheets over our heads, dangling them from the ceilings beneath twinkling lights to match the stars and form our own constellations from their arrangements. I’ll […]


Copyright © 2013 C.L. Mannarino All rights reserved. I’ll be here. I’ll be waiting in the wings at the end of the show with the bouquet of flowers and the loving smile that tells you when you did a good job and not to listen […]


Copyright © 2013 C.L. Mannarino All rights reserved. You’re a cheat, you little bastard. You live and die all too quickly. Your promise to arrive lasts for at least six months in advance and then you’re gone, not a whisper on the wind to signal […]