An Ending

An Ending

Annie Louise Twitchell
I do not wish to live forever,
while those I love leave
this earth at their appointed times
and fly, soar, into the heavens
to peace, rest, comfort, to go home.
I do not wish to live forever,
to see even the words carved
in stone fade and pass, until
I stand alone and friendless
on a barren world at the end.
I do not wish to live forever,
to slowly fade into the restless
oblivion of living death, a hell
I cannot bear the thought of,
my darkest fears come true.
I do not wish to live forever,
but to love and breathe and feel,
pulsing with vibrant energy and
running towards the finish line
with those I love and hold dear.
I do not wish to live forever,

merely to live.
Copyright 2016 by Annie Louise Twitchell


In October 2015 I had my first piece of writing formally published by the Homeschoolers of Maine (HOME) e-magazine. The piece, entitled ‘Remembering Apple Blossoms’, won first prize in HOME’s short story contest 2015, with the contest theme ‘Remembrance’.

Here’s what some people have said about ‘Remembering Apple Blossoms’:

My cover art, photo credit to… me. 

  • Oh my goodness, I almost cried when I read your story. And I’m not a crier. Fantastic work!!! 

  • Aww, sad ending, but I love it!!

  • What a great story! It made me cry (which admittedly isn’t hard). The last line reminds me of a quote – “The veil that hides the face of futurity is woven by the hand of mercy”(And I love the image of “furiously knitting”)

  • I just read your story. Great job! I loved the imagery, especially the use of twilight. Such a sweet story! 

Copyright 2015 by Annie Louise Twitchell  

Love Lines, Part One

First of all, Happy New Year! It’s 2016 and for the next month anything I handwrite a date on is likely to look funny because I may have to change it from a 5 to a 6. Please don’t be offended.

Secondly, a collection of love lines that randomly occur in the middle of a batch of cookies. Actually, the first one occurred to me while I was elbow deep in lemon-scented soap suds. I made my brother get out my laptop and type it out because it was a glorious sink of water at just the right temperature and I didn’t want to waste it or the line.

Most of these are inspired by Ethan and Sophie from one of my works-in-progress, A Promise Rose. Honestly, Ethan and Sophie are so much fun to write. I have lots of happy giggles from writing them. And the younger siblings are so cute!
When I sit down to work on Tattoos and Tiaras a bit more, I might have to find a baby to babysit or just play with. Toddlers, I’m all good. Kids, oh yes, I’ve got them covered. Teenage boys I feel like I understand pretty well, from living with hordes of them for much of my life. Teenage girls I have less understanding of, despite the fact that I was one. I’m weird and don’t count. But it helps that I did some summer camp work this past summer, with a cabin of teenage girls. I learned a lot and have been able to apply it. But babies? My minion was a baby ten years ago. That was a long time ago and I haven’t had charge of many since, and certainly not enough to get a better idea of development and learning and growth, which is something I need a better grasp of for that story. 
Ah yes, the problems of Annie. This is almost as much of an Annie Problem as accidently making soft caramel candies. Sometime you should try explaining why that is a problem and see if anyone believes you more readily than they believed me. And no, I don’t have a recipe. Sorry.

Copyright 2015 by Annie Louise Twitchell

New Year’s Eve

New Year’s Eve
Annie Louise Twitchell

The stage is set.
We, the actors,
are poised,
waiting for the
curtain to lift.
The silence
is heavy
and fragrant
with expectation:
what will
the new year bring?
The curtain shifts
and we wait 
a breathless moment 
more before
we tumble forth
to a play not
yet written,
a performance
not yet told.

I scribbled this just before starting my family’s traditional New Year’s Eve movie, The Sound of Music. I’m getting off the computer now because Maria is running to the Abbey, terribly late and in quite a state.
Blessings for the New Year 2016!
Copyright 2015 by Annie Louise Twitchell


Annie Louise Twitchell

Up again, always up;
pushing towards the sunlight,
towards the clean air,
towards something better.
Look back once,
halfway to the top;
remind yourself once
of where you’ve been.
Turn back ahead and climb
until your lungs burn
and your heart pounds
and you stumble at last
into something better than
you have ever imagined,
ever dreamed.
But always, darling,
always look up.

Copyright 2015 by Annie Louise Twitchell

Tech the Halls

So I wrote this two years ago because I’d just started watching normal television. You know, one episode a week on the TV instead of a whole season at your fingertips on a disc. I was quite shocked at how many times they played the same ad over and over again. I heard Verizon’s Tech the Halls so many times… I finally got fed up with it and finished the job by making my own version of the song.

12/8/13 – Inspired by Verizon’s Tech the Halls Holiday Ad

Tech the Halls
Annie Louise Twitchell

Tech the halls with flashing light,
Fa la la la la, la la la la.
Tis the season to be bright,
Fa la la la la, la la la la.

Don we now our gay apparel,
Fa la la, la la la, la la la.
Earpieces to hear the carol,
Fa la la la la, la la la la.

See the blazing Yule before us,
Fa la la la la, la la la la.
On our ipad glowing at us.
Fa la la la la, la la la la.

Follow me in merry measure,
Fa la la la la, la la la la.
While I tell of geekie treasure,
Fa la la la la, la la la la.

Fast away the old year passes,
Fa la la la la, la la la la.
Hail the new phone lads and lasses,
Fa la la la la, la la la la.

Sing we joyous, all together,
Fa la la la la, la la la la.
Sharing tech stuff, any weather
Fa la la la la, la la la la.

Merry Christmas and blessings for a safe and happy New Year!

Copyright 2015 by Annie Louise Twitchell