Loneliness. Guilt. Rejection. Pain. These are the words that repeat themselves over and over, never silent, always in my thoughts. Lonely, although I am not really alone. Guilty, although I've done nothing wrong. Rejected, although I'm still afraid to even put myself out there. Pain, because I have nothing left to fight for, and no … Continue reading It’s the Little Things
Category: Writing
Shatter Me
YASSSSS! (As Kelly Clarkson would cheer!) I finally finally made it in time for one of my challenges. It only took me 17 weeks, but HEY, better late than never. Unfortunately this one hits a little (or A LOT?) close to home, but that's probably why I was able to write it. It's very bleak, … Continue reading Shatter Me
A phone call during the Apocalypse
Okay, so I am really really bad at actually finishing a story as of late. This was for Prompt #4 of my 2018 Flash Fiction Challenge (which I am hardcore FAILING at this point). But, I did at least have a start, and something is better than nothing, so I am posting what I have. … Continue reading A phone call during the Apocalypse
I’m Not Who You Think I Am
I wasn't going to publish this. I didn't finish my submission for Prompt #2, but I did have a decent idea going and if I'd had a little more time, may have been able to follow through. Things have just been super crazy lately. But then I thought, I did START to write it and … Continue reading I’m Not Who You Think I Am
Short on Inspiration
In response to The Seeker's Dungeon prompt. What inspires me? .... That is a more difficult question to answer than you'd think. On the one hand, the writer in me could answer that very easily and in one word. Everything. Everything inspires my writing. All that I see and smell and hear and touch. It's … Continue reading Short on Inspiration
Apocalypse: Babysitter
The sun was just beginning to set as Roxy Bresner stepped through the apartment door, the sky awash with bright pink and orange streaks. Cold swiftly enveloped her, its chill stopping her in her tracks and she almost turned around to grab a different sweater. Already later than usual, she decided against it. The Gupta's … Continue reading Apocalypse: Babysitter
In Dreams
He purposely turned as I started to move past him, blocking most of the hallway with his body. I stopped. I could feel his gaze on me, heavy and lidded, waiting for me to make my move. I slid past him without looking up and the seconds rolled into eternity. My stomach rubbed against his … Continue reading In Dreams
The Beginning of My End
I remember the first night he spoke to me. It was a usual Friday night at the Rodeo. For months I had been frequenting the country bar on a weekly basis. It had become my secondary home, a place where the bouncers and the bartenders knew me by name. My friend, Jennifer and I were … Continue reading The Beginning of My End
Three generations of Crossett's lined the king sized mattress like packaged sardines; first grandmother, then mother and finally the granddaughter and youngest of the bunch at thirteen years old. Those three sets of eyes, all similar in shape and same striking aqua were glued to the latest news broadcast. Their arms were linked and bodies … Continue reading
“From the Sky”
Like a truly crazy person I stood outside in the storm, my face tilted up to the cascading water as it fell from the sky. I watched as lightning zig-zagged across the blackness of night, filling the space around me with an eery white glow. It was amazing. Amazing how something that was considered so … Continue reading “From the Sky”
“Just Friends”
The moon stood low in the sky, an orange tint covering its surface. I stared at it, random horror movies playing in my head and I shivered. “Are you cold?” a voice asked from the darkness. “Yeah,” I said, and I wasn’t lying. The temperature had dropped in the last couple of days as the … Continue reading “Just Friends”
Meh. Didn’t know what else to do with it…
Noon tomorrow. Randall Newton abruptly ended the voice mail, his chubby fingers smashing the tiny button several times before it finally gave in. The last message played itself over and over in his mind like the echoes of a theme song you can't get out of your head. Noon tomorrow. Noon tomorrow. Noon tomorrow. No name, … Continue reading Meh. Didn’t know what else to do with it…
“The Accident”
Something raced out into the road, a massive blur of blood on white fur. Panic spiked through Aura, its affect deafening, and she floored the brakes. For a split second the only sound she heard was her own heartbeat slamming its way out of her chest and then everything exploded all at once. Her bumper … Continue reading “The Accident”
“Last Call”
12:07 a.m. It was dark. Too dark. The cold night breeze wrestled with the tips of Callie’s hair as she fumbled for the keys to her front door. She should never have driven herself, even if the bar was only blocks from their small home. She glanced back at the sedan parked crooked in the … Continue reading “Last Call”
“Heartbroken”
Stopped by unannounced, found them together. That moment has defined the last 5 years of my life and is my contribution to Thain in Vain's Flash Fiction Challenge for week 29... A story in 6 words, a la Hemingway.
Dead or Alive
Out in the real world, they were convicted criminals. Killers, rapists, monsters; all the things that go bump in the night. But inside these walls they were victims. And I was the only voice they had left. Most people would say that they’re getting what they deserve. Because all those people see is the horrific … Continue reading Dead or Alive
Love Me Tender
The keys jingled in the front lock. Once, twice, three times before they hit their mark and the door unlocked. John was home. He walked down the hall, each step getting louder as he headed in her direction. She took a deep breath. Plastered a smile on her face and turned to greet him, a … Continue reading Love Me Tender
“The Rave” – Ye old skool
Just for shits and giggles I'm going to share one of my old stories with you. Comments welcome. 🙂 I found some of my old writings and was astounded at how different it seems from what I remember. I recall writing this story (seems like just yesterday) 16 years ago in 1998. When I read … Continue reading “The Rave” – Ye old skool
“Judge & Jury” – FFC52 Week 25
The jury foreman stood in the quiet court room, the paper in her hand an anvil weighing heavy on her heart. She did not want to read the words aloud, did not want to be burdened with the responsibility of setting this monster free. "As to the charge of first degree murder, verdict as to … Continue reading “Judge & Jury” – FFC52 Week 25
Ten Seconds
It called her name. Like a dog whistle that only she could hear. The moment she saw it everything else faded into the background and the last few sober days meant nothing. "Earth to Ella." Her mother waved a cocoa skinned hand in front of her daughter's face. Ella snapped back to the conversation and … Continue reading Ten Seconds
Said Bree 
