keeping up with the days [fiction]

Writing has been so fleeting of late for me. I seem to write a huge chunk one day and then nothing for weeks, months... meh. I am trying to write regularly at least, particularly original pieces so that I'm inspired to finish my book (pysche).  Prompt: Describe the days of the week as if they're … Continue reading keeping up with the days [fiction]


who am I? [three]

One / Two / Three ​After we left the diner, we walked around for a while. It was chilly outside and in my haste, I'd only grabbed a light jacket. He noticed and he smiled slightly. “Do you want my coat?” I let out an indignant huff and said, “I'm not a damsel in distress.” He simply laughed … Continue reading who am I? [three]

who am i? {part two}

part one is here. ~ We went to a hole in the wall diner. I ordered a soy latte (and got a black coffee with powdered milk for my trouble). He got a burger with extra onions. He hadn't answered my question yet and I was becoming impatient. Now wasn't the time for burgers. I'd barely … Continue reading who am i? {part two}

who am I? [short story*]

"I saved your life!" His eyes were wide with something akin to excitement.  "You pushed me off a building." My eyes were narrowed with irritation and extreme discomfort.  It wasn't an ideal situation.  For one, every single muscle in my body was protesting badly even though we'd (luckily) landed on an old mattress. It wasn't … Continue reading who am I? [short story*]

untitled rollerblade detectives story #1

I don't have enough followers to write a series but I'm doing it anyway. Enjoy!  My prompt for this was saucy ankles. If you read my blog, you'll get it. If you don't...I apologize (but you don't need to get it to understand the story, lol).  Being a spy was one thing, but being an … Continue reading untitled rollerblade detectives story #1

doing the right thing is for suckers [short story]

The hero does not know who to trust ~ I walked into the office building the same way I did every day. I grabbed my coffee order and dodged across the street only narrowly escaping being run over. I walked briskly for three minutes before I turned left and carried on for another minute before … Continue reading doing the right thing is for suckers [short story]