Parchement Ink

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Stories by Parchement Ink

It was cold in the living room, despite the fact that the weather outside was a pleasant eighty-one degrees and almost unbearably sunny. The house...
I walk in, and I can barely find a place to stand—let alone sit. As I sidle up to the back of a ridiculously long line of people (waiting for...
To be completely honest, it has taken me quite a while to come to terms with the fact that I am still unemployed. Sure, I write and keep house, but...
It is rare to find a home where you truly feel like you belong, but it is even more rare to find neighbors that you can get along with. Over the...
Many of us can recall lines from books that will haunt us for the rest of our lives. One line that comes to mind is from the book Carrie in which the...
When I was a little girl, my mother would dress me in my finest clothes every Sunday. These cream chiffon puffs usually consisted of the most...
“Writing is easy.” Whoever said that was not a writer. I don’t care if you’re Stephen bloody King or the schmo sitting in...