Calling all writers! Time for a Flash Fiction contest! This is a new segment I want to implement into my website once a month every month for as long as it's popular! I love flash fiction! Especially if it packs a powerful punch. I mean, I really want to feel it down in my gut!… Continue reading Flash Fiction Contest!
Day job: When I am not writing I nanny a few days a week. I have been caring for children professionally for around five years now and I absolutely love it! Currently, I take care of the sweetest little girl and Mom is expecting another soon so it will be double the fun! I think… Continue reading Daily Life: My day job, my family, and my dog.
Prologue From Sheera’s throne, crafted of thick molten ash and a small portion of Rimmnon’s gemstones, she places a withered hand on her partner’s massive nose. Her fingers trail along the deep groove that has been branded into him as a young Dragon. His scales are scalding, but she keeps them there anyway because it… Continue reading Original Novel: INTO THE BLOOD [Sheera is a bad b*tch.]
The message popped up on Mary's phone just after 6 P.M. She was sitting on the bed with a bowl of Pringles nestled in her lap; legs resting on Sarah’s pillow as well her own because one was never enough. This Game of Thrones season had her full attention and she didn't even notice the… Continue reading 18+ only! Text: Short Story
“You missed a spot.” ‘Ol Joe said from his booth in Rusty’s, a small diner out in the middle of nowhere Utah. Clarissa clenched a fist around the paper towel she was using to clean bird shit off the windows. This was the third damn time he had said that. Normally, she would just ignore… Continue reading Prompt: Captain Obvious Saves the Day!
It was high summer and the sea was sparkling. It was a beautiful day for a mafia funeral if you asked Jess. “Oi, wait up.” Lamar, one of the youngest in the gang, called. It wasn't hard to tell Lamar was out of his element. He sported a stiff black suit that was too small… Continue reading Ocean Funeral: FlashFiction
Tradition cannot be broken. Thoughts of my upcoming death fall upon me like a cat upon a mouse in an open field. The mouse knows it is inevitable, but he hopes that he will be lucky and evade it. My hands clench and unclench and pearly teeth stab the flesh of my lower lip. I… Continue reading Facing Death: Flash Fiction