“Do you recognize me?” Scott echoed the words at her. “I asked you first.”
If you haven't read Part 2, you can do that here. Photo by Andrea Piacquadio on Pexels.com Abigail stood looking at herself in the full-length mirror of her bedroom. The casualties of her indecisiveness lay strewn about the bed. This was the second time she had tried on the navy-blue dress. The solid dark blue … Continue reading New Beginnings & Endings, Part 3: The First Date
If you haven't read Part 1 you can do that here. “No problem. Scott here will fix you right up.” The large round heavyset man in charge pointed to the man he called Scott. “Scott,” the large man with a name tag that read, Bob, bellowed from beside her to the man on the other … Continue reading New Beginnings & Endings, Part 2: Meeting the Mechanic
I needed a change, so I decided to do something fun and write from a prompt I found online (Pinterest). I want to point out I'm writing this a little more off-the-cuff than I'm used to. I limited my editing so, it may seem a little less polished than usual but, I hope you enjoy. … Continue reading New Beginnings and Endings
Two months ago, I posted a blog called Procrastination: Don't Do It. I haven’t posted anything since however, I have been working hard to follow my own advice. I’ve been writing. I've written a Press Release, I’ve added about 15,000 words to the rough (really, really, rough) draft of my book, and I decorated two … Continue reading Personal Update
Why is it, at one o’clock in the morning I get super motivated and start to make a list of all the things I want to get done tomorrow? Then tomorrow rolls around and I’m lucky if I cross one thing off the list.
This is a short story of a mermaid named Bianca who questions all things unknown.
I’m learning I need to write when inspiration strikes. Scratch that… I’m learning to write when the urge to write strikes.
This post is Part 2 of the story that began with, "The Terror that Flaps In The Night," it's about a bat getting trapped in a house.
Based on a True Story I brush the sleep from my eyes. Getting my bearings, I realize my sister is standing at the foot of my bed. “What?” I ask her. She answers in a rushed whisper, “I think there is a bat in the house.” Photo from pixabay.com The response wakes me like … Continue reading The Terror that Flaps in the Night