Bolívar 1444
Buenos Aires, 6:00 AM
She wakes up all at once, eyes snapping open in the cold morning. Her eyelashes are clumped with mascara dried into spiders’ legs, glitter and char smearing her puffy eyes. Read more
Stumbling Along The Blogging World
It was brighter than it should have been. I had been all over the Internet reading about mommy blogs when I happen to have found an eBook opportunity. So, I wrote the silliest, most laughable, and attention-grabbing story I could think of, and I sent it in. I waited. I obsessed, and I, of course, did not make the cut. Read more
Read moreAnd The Skies Went Black
I had felt off all day, but I couldn’t put my finger on why. I got up and went to work, the same as I always did. And I went to the cafe across from my office building for lunch, another normal occurrence for me. But it wasn’t until I was leaving work that things got strange. Read more
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A Case of Mistaken Identity
Detective Don Belarus sat in his recliner, brushing popcorn off his protruding belly in the cool glow of the television. Read more
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Tea and Jealousy
Sometimes, clothes make the woman. I had dressed myself in a deep blue samite overdress with golden silk underneath, with matching shoes. Read more
Read moreCorpus Delicti
“Seriously, Perry, you shouldn’t eat the Fae.” Barton’s glasses were shining, reflecting the flames from the campfire. Read more
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Boulevard of Broken Dreams
I ran out of the house as quickly as I could while attempting to look dignified, my chest tightening the more I thought of it. The cool night air of summer flooded into my lungs, calming me and helping to control my racing thoughts. Read more
Read moreSeeing monarchs, robins, or hummingbirds?
standing at the door
waiting for epiphanies,
for the road ahead. Read more
The Cull
The men would be hungry. Sarah cursed her decision to roast a single chicken. She pondered the brown bird cooling on the countertop, dividing it into even portions in her mind. Her eyes flitted from the bird to the fresh bread waiting in its basket on the table. Her fingers counted the men against her red apron. Read more
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Bolívar 1444
Stumbling Along The Blogging World
A Case of Mistaken Identity
Tea and Jealousy
Boulevard of Broken Dreams
