Nostalgia is my kryptonite

I watched Denzel Washington in "The Little Things" last night and I wept. It was, however, not movie related. Let me explain. Anyone who truly knows me knows that I worship the man. I was 9 years old when Glory came out. The first time I saw it, I spiraled into an all out obsession … Continue reading Nostalgia is my kryptonite

It’s the Little Things

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

Back from the black…

The bad thing about not writing for so long is that I don't even know where to begin. So many thoughts in this jumbled brain of mine, mostly negative. I've been feeling so overwhelmed that I don't even have the energy to write. And for me, that is saying a lot. Writing has always been … Continue reading Back from the black…

More than a little broken…

I did something I definitely shouldn't have. I've spent so long pushing certain memories out of my head, trying to keep them from surfacing. So why I felt the need to do what I did boggles me. I won't go into detail because I don't think anyone could possibly understand, so we'll just say I … Continue reading More than a little broken…

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

Sad Face

Okay, so I'm super bummed. I know it's just the first week, but I thought having given an additional two weeks prior to the first week's prompt that I'd at least have ONE person submit something for the 2018 Flash Fiction Challenge. Sigh. But, alas, not even myself participated. I really did try, though. For … Continue reading Sad Face

It’s HERE… the Flash Fiction Challenge 2018!!

Okay... so I'm a day late and a dollar short, but in my defense, I am usually off on Tuesday's. Not off to a good start, huh? Hopefully, it won't deter you from participating because I think it's going to be a really fun year of writing. I have so much planned. For those of … Continue reading It’s HERE… the Flash Fiction Challenge 2018!!

I think I can…

Okay, so it's down to the wire. Only 4 more days until the virtual unveiling of my flash fiction challenge. However, the closer it gets, the more stressed I get. I'm worried that I won't be able to live up to the commitment. It's a somewhat daunting task knowing that for the next solid year, … Continue reading I think I can…

The Countdown begins….

Only 44 more days 'til the New Year begins..... and along with it, my year-long Flash Fiction Challenge!  Back in September, I mentioned that I was going to be hosting a challenge similar to the 2014 Flash Fiction Challenge by Thain in Vain, which although I didn't join in on until late in the game, … Continue reading The Countdown begins….

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

Fatty McGee

It's been so long since I've blogged that I don't even know where to start. First, I changed my WordPress avatar. It was way overdue... the one I had up was me, like 7 years ago and 75 pound lighter. I am so far from that person it's not even funny. I mean, don't get … Continue reading Fatty McGee

2018 Flash Fiction Challenge

Okay. So. My naughty muse has been whispering some very creative things in my ear. She has persuaded me to host my very own Flash Fiction Challenge for 2018. And it's going to be a doozy. I'm trying to figure out the best way to schedule it, and my OCD will not let me be … Continue reading 2018 Flash Fiction Challenge

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

Wisteria Lane

I didn't realize how much I missed Desperate Housewives until I was watching the first episode in the second season of Body of Proof and Dana Delaney made a reference to the fact that she used to live in a cul-de-sac like this... It was absolutely perfect. Only fans of the show would've caught it … Continue reading Wisteria Lane

Tune-In Tuesday   I know its been awhile since I've posted at all let alone one of my prompts, but I've been in another of my occasional funks. It seems that the second everything evens out in my life, something happens to send me spiraling right back down again. This song is very fitting for my … Continue reading Tune-In Tuesday