“Sorry, but your book just isn’t what we’re looking for.” “Unfortunately, your manuscript doesn’t fit our criteria right now. Best of luck!” “Sadly, we regret to inform you that we have decided to not publish your manuscript.” She tapped a nail against the B key. Her emotions warred between anger and sadness. Her book was … More Don’t Give Up
“I’ve never been in darkness like this,” you whisper, staring out the window at a neighborhood blanketed in the warm humidity of a summer night. You look to the sky, gazing at the stars, but spiritually, emotionally, there is no light to be found. “Dude, you’re telling me?” your friend cackles humorlessly from his place … More You Have To Be Buried To Be Planted
My blog hasn’t been doing so hot lately, and by that, I mean, I haven’t been uploading like I used to. Nor have I been uploading like I need to. I have no problem churning out my short stories every week, but when it comes to writing anything else, i.e. a regular blog, poems (the … More STUCK!
Once upon a time, there was a young woman who owned a lovely couch. It was beautiful, a dark brown that showed no stains, made of that wonderful micro material, so that if something was spilled on it, it could immediately be wiped away. The couch was more than comfortable, and it was big enough … More 2018 Short Story Challenge #4
I write this blog today with a new outlook on this crazy thing we call life. Why? Because last night, for the second time in as many months, I was involved in a car accident. The first time it happened (in November) my mom was driving. The black mini van in the pictures at the … More LIFE IS SHORT – DON’T WASTE IT
So, I’m normally not the type of person who makes New Year Resolutions. For one, I can never think of any beyond what everyone else does (i.e. lose weight, get healthy, spend less time on the internet) but this year, I was challenged by my good friend Rebekah (go check out her new blog huseest2017.wordpress.com ) to … More
“You look fat.” I took one last pull off my vanilla shake, getting that half empty straw sound, before pushing it away. “Gee, thanks, Callie,” my friend Bethany snapped, shoving her sandwich into a bag. “That’s only, like, the 13th time you’ve said that today.” I shrugged. “Someone’s gotta tell ya.” At her disgusted sigh, … More