• Fantasy, Sci-fi,  Short Story

    Circle of Oaks By Ellen Miffitt

    It happened in the woods, far from the nearest dwelling. Removed from civilization proper, the forest primeval was deep, dark, silent. So remote, little human contact had been made with this section of forest. It stood untouched, sacred in stance. The eldest trees scratched the sky with tender twigs. The sunlight filtered through this ancient stand’s thick trunks and massive branches to the moss covered earth rich with centuries of leaf droppings. She sat still, frozen in place, except for her heaving chest as she struggled to catch her breath. A faint finger of light slide through the tangle of forest canopy brushing her ebony hair barely giving form to…

  • Christmas,  Memoir,  Short Story

    Ribbon Candy by Ellen Miffitt

    The satin luster of ribbon candy resembles the reflections from the Christmas tree lights on colorful glass ornaments; it’s not clear enough to actually reflect anything but the surface gives the illusion. My grandmother always had a pressed-glass bowl of ribbon candy set out for the Christmas holiday. I don’t remember her having a tree those last few Christmases but the overflowing bowl of ribbons was a tradition during the holiday. As a teenager no one else I knew set out a bowl of ribbon candy for their guests; candy canes, mints, mixed nuts or a box of chocolates replaced the fragile old fashioned treat that had a propensity to…

  • Poetry

    Another Equinox by Ellen Miffitt

    set the timepiece for 10:29pm… on the dot its autumn. half-light – half dark, a balanced outlook of sorts… 12 hours daylight – 12 hours night the celebration – mother nature is sending her first big fall storm. subtle shift charges the air… mare’s tails are enhanced in the setting sun. I collected oak leaves to dry. already they’ve turned a burnished bronze. Maple trees have leaves with red edges. Aspen leaves are golden… evergreens are loaded with pine cones. To continue reading Another Equinox, click here.