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

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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

WANTED: Challenges & Weekly Prompts

Searching for recommendations. Last year, I was part of a weekly challenge to write a story a week based on a weekly prompt. Although I didn't participate every week, I loved being a part of the small community of writers. I've searched for other weekly challenges and prompts, but it's hard to find the good … Continue reading WANTED: Challenges & Weekly Prompts

Friday’s Daily

I've been plotting a story that involves many supernatural elements, including werewolves. Naturally that's what comes to mind when I see this picture. However, that's the beauty of imagination. Not everyone sees the same thing. Either way, I though this was a beautiful picture. The stark contrast of black and white, good and evil in … Continue reading Friday’s Daily

Saturday’s Daily

Is it Saturday already? ... my, how time flies. I've been watching Helix on Netflix. Funny how I never gave it a chance before seeing as it's right up my alley as far as genre goes. Viruses, immortality, end of the world shit.... Yep, all the good stuff. Which brings me to this weeks scenario. … Continue reading Saturday’s Daily

Friday’s Daily

I don't know about you, but I love big city night life. I always thought that if I hadn't had kids at such a young age, I would have moved to New York and been part of the sleep all day, up all night atmosphere of the "new adult" experience. Now I'm 34 and there's … Continue reading Friday’s Daily

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…

Thursday’s Daily

So now its that time, kiddos. Time to meet your inner child and check your inhibitions at the door. I'll give you two options and you can choose whichever one tickles your funny bone. But whatever you decide, I want to hear about it. TRUTH: Have you ever had the giggles in an inappropriate place?? … Continue reading Thursday’s Daily

Wednesday’s Daily

as·cend (ə-sĕnd′) v. as·cend·ed, as·cend·ing, as·cends v.intr. 1. To go or move upward; rise: The balloon ascended into the clouds. 2. To slope upward: The trail ascends to an outcrop overlooking the valley. 3. To rise from a lower level or station; advance: ascended from poverty to great wealth; ascend to the throne. 4. To … Continue reading Wednesday’s Daily

“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”

Out of the Ashes

It was morning. The suns first rays peeked through the bedroom window, tinting the walls a pinkish orange. Her heart skipped a beat as she rolled over and saw him laying there. This was her favorite part of the day. That first fifteen minutes where everything was fresh and new and perfect.  She turned on her side and wrapped her arms … Continue reading Out of the Ashes

Short Story Prompt

Your character is pregnant and in her last trimester. A storm is brewing and she breaks down in front of an old creepy motel. She was on her way out of town for [insert reason here], driving instead of flying because of how late in the pregnancy she is. Tell me her story. Any genre.