• Death is a Roommate pt 3

    Olivia hounded me for Scott’s phone number. I couldn’t figure out how to tell her he didn’t have a phone. Or, if he did, I had no idea what the number was. Because he must have some way of communication with that watch that had appeared out of nowhere at the dinner party. I couldn’t…

  • Death is a Roommate 2

    Scott moved in the next day. Well, I say moved in, but he arrived the next morning with one small suitcase and a large bag slung over one shoulder. And apparently that was all he needed because he didn’t make a second trip and he never mentioned anything about having anything else. But I suppose…

  • Death is a Roommate pt 1

                I dreaded the doorbell ringing. Even though I’d put out the notice for a new roommate, I still hated the idea. When Lizzy moved back home, I’d thought that would be the worst part. But now I have to interview people? And potentially live with a stranger? Ick. The entire thing made my skin…

  • A Witch’s Prelude

    *The following is a pre-writing exercise for my current writing project. Jaycie is the antagonist and here is a look inside her head on where her anger comes from*             I remember the first day I saw Nadine. It was my third day of final school and she was in the graduating class, four years…

  • My Nightmare

             The team gathered at the sight of the fire. James carried the boxes and trash bags to the card table Ben had set up. Nancy passed out the goggles, masks, and gloves. Rhonda sat with Ben at the table to pull the large rubber boots over her tennis shoes. I hung back by the…

  • A Nightmare

    This week’s post isn’t exactly from a writing prompt. I read the chapter in Now Write from Mary Shelley and it talked about a nightmare. So, I thought I’d write about a nightmare I had more than once when I was a child. I still think about it from time to time, even though it…

  • A Thing Called Spud

    We’d always wanted a family pet. To say that Mom and Dad weren’t pleased with what we brought home would be an understatement. Mom’s crinkled lip and Dad’s blatant disgust spoke louder than their objections. But it only made us want it more. We named him Spud. At least, we think it was a he.…

  • Smile Dog

    On Thursday, there will be a little story about something that is definitely not a dog hanging out with some kids. Their parents weren’t too happy about it either.

  • Attack at the Museum

                Jessica, Michelle, Steven, and Joel pushed a curtain aside and entered the last room of the museum. The walls curved up into a dome with rafters crossing the open area; the skylight highlighting the red rug in the center. Directly across from them was another curtain with the dull light of the EXIT sign…

  • Monsters in Top Hats

    This week I’m back into the writing prompts from Now Write! and the one I’m working on has to do with monsters. As much as I like to sketch and color, I know I’m not a great artist, so I went to google for some inspiration.