Carole Smith Turner

I joined Vocal Media last month so I could attempt to earn money from my short stories. I've entered three of their challenges. So far all three stories are part of a larger story that I can't put out here yet.  Please read and let me know what you think. Thanks. https://vocal.media/authors/carole-s-turner

Please click on the link and read my short story,  Gobby Blank. I wrote it for a 2000 word dystopian short story contest, which had to include a heart-shaped locket. It’s also the back story of a character from my other story, Teeth. I can’t put that one online yet because I submitted it to a publication contest and won’t know if I won or not until August. VOCAL.MEDIA Gobby Blank The Biter

This girl was happy. It was 1985 and she'd just joined the Jimmy Swaggart cult. Look at those eyes, so bright, oblivious, and naive. I miss that slim neck.  Do you have any idea how many times that young lady heard, "where's your smile?" Because there is no tolerance for a joyless, nonsmiling female, cultist. And what's not to smile about? I had new friends, a community. I worked at Jimmy Swaggart's for four years. We had a little utopia where we worked, went to church, had friends all right there together. One time I tried dating a guy who was Baptist. I was told we would be unequally yoked because he didn't speak in tongues so I didn't date him. Another time a guy asked me why I wore black all the time. He was two years older than me but somehow he was our leader. He said my clothes gave off an air of oppression. When anyone there used the word "oppression" they were referring to the devil. So he was saying that I looked like I was oppresse

I wake up wondering if I am Slicing wounds open by hand Did I give up and not know A zombie on the roam How am I walking  In the bathroom now My body confirms it lives  Peeing again I rub my sagging neck Feel for death It's not  What poison did I digest today Those clove cigarettes  Sugar Steak from the Cafe The birds are chirping Eating seed Lana sings Born to Die When was the last time I cried I'm alive

Poetry and Art By Carole Turner So it's not my novel, my life story, or the short story I recently completed but it is a collection of my poems and artwork and I'm proud of this little book.  Click on the image, check it out, and buy it for yourself or someone else or a bunch of someone else's. Thanks. 

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Every Thanksgiving we take our Christmas pics. This year I wanted to take them in the Geek Parlor so the kids decided we'd just raid our closets and wear whatever the F we wanted. I mean, 2020 has been so INSANE so why not?  I love how they turned out.  Merry Christmas and good riddance 2020!!