WAXFLOWERS

What happened to the Edens? And what is up with the Rhineharts? It all started with the desire to save the world. The apocalypse is coming, and these doomsday preppers are doing all they can to manage that reality – but even climate crusaders are people, too. An affair, and two dead children, and a grandchild who is probably on drugs. Lives torn apart by drugs, black marketeering, and secrets. Eventually they realize that no one knows who’s child is whose – and who murdered whom.

Will finding out tear them apart? Can they work together to stop the destruction of the whole world, or will drama, secrets, and black market dealings be the end of them – and the rest of us?

  • A Sticky Situation
    #strongwomen #writer #author #entrepreneur #blog #blogger #canadian #alberta #kingdom #faith #waxflowers “It’s mine, isn’t it.” My breath slams violently behind my throat, and I nearly trip as I whirl around. The dish towel slaps against my side. He’s at the dining room table, lounging there like he and I had been in the middle of […]
  • Romona’s Garden
    #strongwomen #writer #author #entrepreneur #blog #blogger #canadian #alberta #kingdom #faith #waxflowers Holding his hands, I remember all the times Tav has taken my hand lately. Usually, only in front of the cameras. Or, in diminishing frequency, when he wanted to lead me to our bed to blow off steam after a particularly eventful day. When […]
  • Winter’s Train
    #strongwomen #writer #author #entrepreneur #blog #blogger #canadian #alberta #kingdom #faith #waxflowers “Winter,” I hear him call, above the distant roar of the train, and suddenly, that hope I had built breaks around me. I stare at the floor, at the little broken pieces of it, refusing to look up. But I know he’s staring at […]
  • WAXFLOWERS
    What happened to the Edens? And what is up with the Rhineharts? It all started with the desire to save the world. The apocalypse is coming, and these doomsday preppers are doing all they can to manage that reality – but even climate crusaders are people, too. An affair, and two dead children, and a […]
  • Exultation
    Shutting the lid of the laptop, I stretch and go to the window. It will happen any day now, I’m sure of it. I can almost feel each second ticking away, my life dropping like so many grains of sand in the proverbial hourglass of time. It’s an odd feeling. Of course, everyone will die […]
  • A Shelter in the Storm
    Just like all the other samples I posted, I’m not sure whether this Waxflowers short will make it into the final version. But that’s the great thing about the internet – you can do whatever you want. Enjoy!
  • Xanthation
    Far in the distance, the rock disappears before I see it hit the water. It had taken all my might to throw it, but now it was so small and insignificant. Would it be the same for me?  The ocean breeze reaches under my clothes and over my body like probing hands. Warm, curious, soft. […]
  • Cumulation
    Dear Tav, You foolish, foolish man. You don’t know what you’re missing out on, do you? Do you care? How can our family be so disposable to you? I’m sorry that having a wife and child wasn’t enough for you. I’m sorry for whatever is so broken inside you that you can somehow justify abandoning […]
  • Vesication
    “Mom, I think I’m dying.” “Honey, you’re not dying. Calm down, take a deep breath.” “It hurts so much. My heart…I can’t…breathe…” “Arian. Arian, listen to me. You are not going to die. You are stronger than this. You know you are.” “I messed up, mom.” “I know, sweetie.” “I messed up so badly. What […]
  • Allegation
    Panic wakes me, and I come up out of the dream like breaking through water. Sputtering, I realize I had been choking on my own saliva. Well, that’s attractive, I chide crossly as I sit up. My head spins, and I fight my savage stomach. What in the world had been in that batch?  Suddenly, […]
  • Visitation
    What have I done? Everything seemed like it was made from liquid glass. The lights, the cold ceramic under my thighs, the shrieking alarms. The smell of burning hair and skin. My head. Everything. “Oh, God….” I tried, but the words were on the other side of the cavernous, empty room, and deep in my […]

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