Tonight, you weren’t fine, and I felt your pain. Tell me. Don’t tell. I’ll just stay in my lane. We keep hurting each other. Our unintentional flow. The truth cuts so deep, and we go blow for blow.
Tonight, I looked at my husband across the dinner table and saw his tired eyes and face. I was so filled with love and admiration because everything he does is for us, his family.
Remember the short story I've been working on -- Passion's Curse? Well, I finished my first draft! I really agonized over the ending and finally made a decision and just wrote it, knowing I would change it in the revisions to come. Again, I didn't love how the story was ending, but I committed to the writing and the first draft is done! It feels so good to have a completed draft of my first significant creative writing project.
I was so happy to see your smiling face... and then you waved. Before saying a word, you told me we would be ok. Next to you, the air left my body and the edges of my mouth settled upward in a smile.
Ginger stepped out of the car and immediately felt the warmth of the ever-present SoCal sun on her face, but there was also a cool breeze blowing which signaled the start of November. She walked along the sidewalk path leading to the station, but stopped as she approached a bench. Ginger inspected the bench for dirt or water before taking a seat to wait. She was excited about her first trip away with Tony. They had been dating for a couple of months now and enjoyed each other's company enough to try an overnight trip. Her stomach was in knots though. What if they ran out of things to talk about? What if they had a fight, how would she get home? What if...
Felicity sank her teeth into the warm gooey chocolate treat, then emitted a barely-audible moan as she chewed and swallowed. She licked her lips and Jackson felt a familiar sensation in his groin.
There are moments when the world closes in on me quickly. Moments when I have forgotten how full-tilt crazy things can get in just a blink.
In the lush surroundings of a small island in the southeastern Caribbean Sea, a small town named Marabella bustled with the vibrant work of village life. Women worked in various roles from community organizers to domestic work—washing clothes in big tin tubs and hanging them to dry outdoors behind their tiny clapboard homes. It was … Continue reading Passion’s Curse, Prologue (unedited draft)
I'm drawn to sadness and the macabre.Show me your dark and gloomy so I can absorb it and feed you with light and love.