What do I mean by that? Simple. Nobody cares that we wrote a thing, that we created art out of twenty-six measly letters, that we made a world out of weird little markings on a page. Our family and close friends may care, (and let’s be honest, that’s a big may) but the rest of […]
It’s been a while since I’ve written anything for the site. I’ve been busy editing and publishing my second book (The Things Friends Hide, pardon the plug) and let me tell you, it wore me out. When you’re a writer and you have a full-time job (parenting included!), something has to give. In this case
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Leaves crackled under her as Grace sought a more comfortable position on the warm, parched ground. Hope passed her the fifth of Black Velvet. Grace drank, scrunching her face up to get it down. “Why’d he like this stuff?” Grace asked, handing the bottle back. “Right?” Hope sipped, then grimaced. “I always told him he
Some Gave All-Flash Fiction Read More »
“Ta-da!” Mark uncovered his eyes and stared across the room. “A painting?” he got off the couch to get a closer look. “A torn painting, no less.” Patricia frowned. “It’s not torn. And it fills the wall nicely, don’t you think?” “Then what’s that?” he pointed to a three-inch pale line on the right side
Eye of the Beholder-Flash Fiction Read More »
“Ok,” Iris said, plunking two glasses of red wine on the coffee table, “talk to me.” She sat next him, tucked one knee under her and handed him one of the glasses. “What’s there to say?” Mike shrugged and drank half the wine in a single swallow. “My best friend killed himself and I’m
And Music Is Her Name-Short Story Read More »
Noel stood in the middle of the bridge, alone. Like Jake had been hoping. The trail was empty and quiet, just the way he needed it. Despite the cold, and the thick layer of white that covered it, it wouldn’t stay empty for long. Some Christmas reveling soul would come along kicking snow and singing
And the Answer Is? -Flash Fiction Read More »
Content Warning: references to domestic violence and abuse. Martha set the broom down on the front porch and walked out to meet the sheriff. Her loose hair was sure to cause a scandal, but there were worse things people could talk about. “Mrs. Turner.” The sheriff hitched his pants and nodded at her. “Your husband
A Woman’s Place-Flash Fiction Read More »
“Mom, where did you find this?” Gary rubbed his chest, but the pain was unreachable. The picture, three twelve-year-old boys, arms linked, goofy smiles as wide as the Colorado sky, was sepia toned. “I’m finally cleaning out the garage. It was in that leather trunk of your dad’s. Along with an old camera and a
Sins of the Son-Flash Fiction Read More »
Anya trailed a finger over the thick glass dome. It gleamed even in the dull, rainy-day light. Inside the tiny opalescent orb brightened as it did whenever she touched the snow globe – a weird word for it since there was no snow inside, just the orb and hazy purple mountains. She took it to
Old Magic-Flash Fiction Read More »