Today marks the one year anniversary since the start of this blog. I thought I'd celebrate with a little chapter from my vault. Enjoy! *** Ivy watched him enter the little diner. She watched the cool way he sauntered across the floor and careened his massive body into the flimsy wood chair at the diner's... Continue Reading →
Becca stepped out of her car, the hot sun casting a glare across the hood so brightly she was temporarily blinded. She instinctively scrunched her eyes together and brought her hand up to shield them, unintentionally emptying the contents of her clutch all over the pavement. She quickly bent down to grab up the chap... Continue Reading →
via Daily Prompt: Lust Her body ached, screaming for release. She wanted so badly to release the tension in her body, to ride the storm and lazily bask in the aftermath. Simply put, she wanted him to touch her. Sometimes she imagined him gently caressing her face, lightly pressing his lips to hers, and slowly... Continue Reading →
Special thanks to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for hosting the weekly writing challenge, Friday Fictioneers, and to Kent Bonham for use of the photo. Here's my entry: They had been traveling back-roads for days, appreciating the unmistakable beauty of both their surroundings and each other. Now Bonnie sat alone in her car just outside the small town... Continue Reading →
Like a savage unrelenting tornado, he entered her life, upturning everything around her. Despite her tremendous fear and turmoil, it was ultimately necessary to finally break free from the prison she held herself captive in. Via Two Sentence Tuesday and Savage
New love is grand. Savor all the crazy, muddled might of it. Eli Easton The prompt "Delta" made me think of new beginnings and fresh starts. It made my heart long for creating something out of nothing, much as a raging river starts among muddy waters and cattails to become mighty and unending. via Photo... Continue Reading →
She screamed like a maniac; he absorbed her pain. She pointed her finger; he remained apologetic. She wept like a child; he caught her when she fell. She beat his chest; he held her close. She needed his grit to help find her own, hidden under the mountain of grief. Grit Thanks to Mila... Continue Reading →
They say bury the hatchet, forgive and forget. She just buried the body, too... Thanks to Pieces of String and Daily Post: Bury for this prompt!