PinnedAngela Martin·Oct 5MotherThe sulfur hit Melissa’s throat before she even reached her mother’s bedroom door. It was the unmistakable stench of rotten eggs, sharp and…
PinnedAngela Martin·Jul 21The Lady In The Red Kimono RobeThe Friday night ritual was as dependable as the sunrise. Every week, eleven-year-old Amanda, her mama, and her little sister, Jennifer…
PinnedAngela Martin·Jun 30The beach vacation was supposed to be an adventure, a sun-drenched escape packed into the back of a…
Angela Martin·Nov 1A surreal nightmare where her fiction became her realityAt work the air inside the boutique always felt artificial, but lately, the static in the atmosphere had turned razor-sharp. In between…