Ghoulish For Dinner

"RUN AWAY!" yelled Rachel, holding onto a blanket with one hand and her porcelain doll in the other. "It's going to get us! It's going to get us!" She sped right by Jonathan and Steven, out the door, and into the woods. "AH!" Jonathan and Steven screamed in unison and followed her along the muddy... Continue Reading →

Where Do Wishes Go?

(This is a scene from a book I'm currently working on. For a little background, Rachel and Alice are eleven years old.) Rachel stared at the field full of flowers with carefully considered ambivalence. It was the type of field you only see in childish memories and Hollywood: bright green grass dotted with yellow and... Continue Reading →

What Really Scares Us

(Continued from The Children - Rachel and Jonathan) A few minutes after the hilarity had calmed, when everyone wiped the last tears from their eyes and huffed their last giggles, Jonathan emerged from his room, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. The 17-year-old boy laughed at his mother briefly; she was still clad in her suave and sassy... Continue Reading →

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Tarah B. Thornburg

Author and Writing Coach

Ponderings of a Probation Officer

The tales of juvenile probation are sometimes splendid and sometimes melancholy. This is where I have decided to dump/cope with my reflections.

T. Shaw

She writes what she speaks.