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…

Flash Fiction: Call Me Mary

My parents were sitting pensively in their respective wingback chairs in our overly decorated living room. As we finished dinner, I had asked if we could have a chat tonight, which I never do. They were nervous. As was I. Fiddling with the beaded tassels of the throw pillow on the sofa, I cleared my…

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: The Way, Way Back

Gabe’s mouth was ringed red from the strawberries he’d been mashing into his face, his fingers stained the same color. But he was happy. Carla was not nearly as jubilant, more concerned about the one dot of juice that had tarnished the lace on her denim dress that I had tried to convince her not…

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…

Book Chat: Black Heart on the Appalachian Trail

Last week I accepted a challenge to read a book I hate. I picked three books at random off the shelf and started with T.J. Forrester’s “Black Heart on the Appalachian Trail“. Well, my first attempt was a failure as I enjoyed the story. It is not, however, one I would have selected if I…

Pre-crastination: making deadlines for the sake of having deadlines

I don’t procrastinate.  I do the opposite of procrastination. Procrastination is the thief of time. So much wasted time. I streamline every little movement to avoid wasting as much time as possible. Because time is finite and you can never get back a wasted moment. I respond to emails the moment I can, my inbox…

Editing Progress

This past week I’ve become intimately familiar with the characters in my novel.  I gave birth to them, so we already know each other well.  BUT. Now having reread my own novel a handful of times (and if you know me, I never read a book twice so this process is super weird), I know…