Bless y’all for putting up with my flaky ass. It’s been months since I’ve written a thing on or for this site and for that, I apologize. The last few months of 2020 involved quite a lot of change for me, which is saying something, given the year we all had. I got a catContinue reading “So I’ve Been Better”
The tension builds as Kellan’s words sink in. Delia fashions a smirk and lets it glide into place, delighted as Jereth’s lip twitches. Before he can speak, though, she turns on her heel and hops over a puddle. She doesn’t check to see if they follow, but keeps her pace markedly slower than normal, asContinue reading “Syndication: Scene Three”
I survived the drought by hiding in his restaurant. “How are you not dead?” “I survived the blood drought by hiding in his restaurant.” I jerk my thumb behind me, knowing the mobster is lurking there in the doorway. My siblings’ eyes go wide, making them look even more like twins than they already do.Continue reading “Prompt: December 7th, 2020”
Your voice drifts in Softly, lingering in the air Between me and the kitchen It doesn’t matter What words you speak I am easily entranced It soothes me Calming my ragged edges Dulling the sharp pieces Your voice has become A sound that belongs One that I’ll keep forever I needContinue reading “Your Voice”
My mother so loves to tell me I have a flare for the dramatic. Heaven help me when she hears about this. In my defense, I didn’t plan to land myself in the middle of an underworld turf war. Nevertheless, here I am, hands splayed, trying to stop two demons from throwing hands. Well, they’dContinue reading “Another Place I Wish I Wasn’t”
Set your story in Gothic Manor. “What do you mean? You want me to go in there?” Beckett turns, looking at her brother’s anxious face as the words spill from his lips. “Oh, buck up, it’s just the old Mason Street house. The Hyedale’s have lived there for years.” “That’s so reassuring, seeing as MickeyContinue reading “Prompt: November 30th, 2020”
Delia looks over at the unconscious man beside her, heat rolling off of him in waves.
Prompt: Time travel, a bookmark, and the angel Gabriel. The woman sits on the edge of the water, toes grazing the surface. A large catfish nudges the digits, demanding her attention. She reaches down with the dangly end of her bookmark, the plastic string teasing the fish’s whiskers. “He’ll eat your hand if you’re notContinue reading “Prompt: November 23rd, 2020”
There was something not quite right about the window, looking back on the events of that day.
OTP/Meet-Cute Prompt: They met in primary school. They met long ago, when they were both struggling to write cleanly and read quickly. Neither remembers the other particularly well, except for the fight they had had over the bright blue marker. Shane had gotten it for her birthday, but didn’t appreciate it enough. Or at least,Continue reading “Prompt: November 16th, 2020”