You do not bleed. You poison. I am your antidote. I, your destroyer.
You do not bleed. You poison. I am your antidote. I, your destroyer.
Writers are nosy creatures. We eavesdrop. We people watch. We collect other people’s stories like sea glass, shiny bits of treasure we hoard then barter with the muses. The inspiration for The Nail Club is one such gem. Years ago, my nail tech B. shared that one of her most difficult clients at her former …
“The Daffodils” began a few years ago as an assignment for an online creative writing class through Gotham Writers Workshop. The details are vague, but I remember a map of a fictional town and instructions to write a story of no more than 750 words, which then and now is very difficult for me. In …
I’m thrilled to share that two of my stories were recently published. The first, “Ask and Ye Shall Receive” appears in TulipTree Publishing’s 2019 anthology, Stories That Need to Be Told, available on Amazon. The second is “The Daffodils,” featured in the November 15, 2019, edition of Prometheus Dreaming. You can read it here: https://www.prometheusdreaming.com/the-daffodils …
Prince never showed. Rescued herself. Magic.
At dawn’s approach, Liv closes the cabin door behind her but does not bolt it. The Scavengers will break in, regardless, once they divine Grandmere’s passing. Besides, she has almost everything she needs secured at her back and waist. Grandmere had made sure. She scrubs an arm across her face. Her tongue is thick, her …
Silenced. Wrote. Can’t shut up now.
The boy saw the man who broke the wishbone and destroyed the universe, but because he was little no one asked the boy anything.
