Dead Batteries

My life is over. No, that isn’t dramatic enough! My world is slowly slipping away into murky obscurities Where there is no evidence of existence; Leaving me stranded with no one to turn to for help.   Pressing buttons lamely, Trying new sequences in desperation; Nothing wakes her up. She is only sleeping, I repeat…

Flash Fiction: Damsel in Distress

They needed milk. And coffee. And might as well make it a full grocery run. Martha closed the fridge door and went to the doorway, leaning on its frame and sighed. Ryan didn’t look up from where he sat at the table, books laid out in front of him, one on top of another, his…

Picture Prompt

Writing challenge this week is to create a story from a random picture. I started off with this just to get a feel for the landscape…how or why this person is naked in the grass, I haven’t decided yet. Ideas welcome! The prickly blades of grass smacked her bare shoulders when she sat up. Her hair…

Flash Fiction: Monkey Showers

*based on a disturbingly true story Ten hours in the open jeep and Myra was covered in sweat and dust and couldn’t care less if Adam got the fire burning for the shower. Clean. She just wanted to be clean. “Myra, just chill, I’ll have this going in twenty.” Adam looked at her beseechingly. Myra…

Flash Fiction: Missing Piece

The room was buzzing with nervous chatter, the bar crowded with patrons waiting their turn. It was by far the largest speed-matching event Nancy had attended. She checked her phone again, still no update from Julie who had texted to say she was running late. Of course. As always. Julie was the only reason Nancy…

Flash Fiction: Tree Rocket

Molly finished wiping away the crumbs left behind from lunch and looked over at Harper who was keeping her little hands busy by coloring big loose circles on paper on the floor. “What shall we do this afternoon, kiddo?” Molly asked. Harper shrugged and swapped a red crayon for a blue one. “We could put…

The Airport Bar

What is it about an airport bar? I don’t honestly know; I’m asking the question quite openly. What is it about an airport bar that makes it feel more inviting than a regular neighborhood or downtown bar?  There is never going to be a live band, certainly no dance floor….at least not that I’ve come…

Pych-Horror – short story start

Two weeks ago I asked you to vote on which storyline I should attempt for a workshop and by far the vote pointed towards the Pych-Horror piece. (See the original post here: Prompted Writing Challenge, part 1.)  I had never written in this genre nor do I read it.  Alas, that is the point of a writer’s…

Prompted Writing Challenge, part 1

I joined a writer’s workshop today. The challenge was to take a random prompt and write the synopsis of a book in 3 different genres. The prompt I got was “A man is haunted by the victims of a serial killer with his same name” and my genres were chicklit, pulp fiction, and psychological horror. Now I have to…

Recognize Your Needs

Some people have no trouble saying “I need”.  Often I find that those who can say this so easily actually mean “I want”.  Needs are deeper, harder to recognize, harder to ask for.  They are not always harder to obtain though. When you can take a moment to sit with yourself and really think about…