From the protection of the doorway, Nana waited. “What are you doing, Jaime? Come inside.” The rain pelted then rebounded on the wood deck. As the sun began to set, … Continue reading
In my head words live. Neurons fire chemical pens. I dream; stories wake.
Prompt: fleeing a city, trust (emotion must not be explicitly stated) Two sisters have fled the City of Dunganan on the day of a rare magical eclipse intent on … Continue reading
I am going to put a sad little rain cloud over my head a moment. Fair warning. Another contest has come and gone and I didn’t make it to another … Continue reading
Note: Writing on the Fly is a series I do when I write cold. Very few edits beyond spelling as I see it. I don’t do outlines. I just write … Continue reading
A crowd gathered. Everyone kept a safe distance from the flames, their faces illuminated in an orange-yellow light. The fire jet burst ahead fifty feet and sent up billows of … Continue reading
Note: I haven’t done one of these in a while. Writing on the Fly is a series I do when I write cold. Very few edits beyond spelling as I … Continue reading
I held myself at arm’s length from the gnarled oak. My fingers pressed into the painful stitch in my side and I tilted my head back. The two sports … Continue reading
Genre: Mystery Location: A Ferry Object: Night Vision Goggles This is my first Flash Fiction Challenge for NYC Midnight and I didn’t fare particularly well the first round, though … Continue reading
“I’m (clearly) doing something wrong.” The canvas sack muffled a woman’s voice. “Why else would my betrothed toss me in a bag over a horse’s ass. Did my father not … Continue reading
As I continue to write in my book and developing my female lead, I have been more hyper aware lately of when I fall into writing my female into a … Continue reading
Hello, people! I know that the blog has been hibernating for the most part, but I thought I would give you an update. What the hell have you been doing? … Continue reading
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At only two years old, my daughter told us with a confident nod, “I want a doggie.” How adorable! How sweet! Five years later, the statement has turned from cute … Continue reading
I like beets. I don’t like peeling raw beets or having my fingers red stained for days because I never have gloves handy when I pick up beets, so they … Continue reading