• Imaginary Friends pt 1

    Icy fingers touched my arm, and I jerked awake. For a split second, I thought something sinister stood over me in the dark, but then my brain became alert and I realized it was my son. “Jake, what are you doing out of bed?” I rubbed my eyes and pushed myself into a sitting position.…

  • A Sob Story

    She huddles on the ground, not uttering a single word. But she covers her face with her hands and won’t even tilt her face in my direction. I know she’s crying, though. Sobbing, really, judging by the constant shake of her shoulders and the tremors racing through her entire body. If I step closer to…

  • To Plan a Murder pt 2

    Norman swept the crumbs from his sandwich off the table into his hand and dumped them into the trash can. Then he shuffled to the sink to wash the one plate, one knife, and one cup from his dinner. Standing at the sink, he could look out the window to the yard across the street.…

  • Unblock your Novel 4

    It is my ultimate belief that writer’s block happens when you don’t give yourself the time and space to write. Even if you only plan for one day a week and there’s only fifteen free minutes on that day, you can put in a little effort and get some words out.  This brings me to…

  • To Plan a Murder pt 1

    It wasn’t supposed to be serious. We’d stayed late at the block party and had a few too many drinks. It was all a joke. But then on Monday, Barty rang me up and said, “So, we set the meeting place for the gym at the YMCA tomorrow around six. Bring Shannon if you want.…

  • Snow Was Falling pt 4

    Helen patted Lillian on the shoulder as she passed and took the lead again. “Okay, let me get around the corner and count to one hundred again. I doubt anyone else is going to come up the tunnel, he was the replacement. They don’t send people up randomly since there’s nothing else up here. But…

  • Snow Was Falling pt 3

    We spent close to an hour in the warm room at the top of the mountain. The girl with blonde curls was named Helen, and she’d been stationed there for three weeks. But it was time for rotation and she would take us down the mountain with her. Damon didn’t want us to eat too…

  • Snow Was Falling pt 2

    Moving further into the trees proved harder than I’d imagined. We had to be more quiet than we’d been before, with the chance of guards working their way towards us for Max’s body. And Lillian kept stepping on branches, no matter how many times Steph or I shushed her. After a couple of tense minutes,…

  • Snow Was Falling pt 1

    It was so terribly cold. Snow was falling, and it was almost dark. We still had miles to go before we’d reach the safe house. I wasn’t sure how much longer I could go. My feet ached and the tip of my nose was numb, even under the layers of cloth covering my face. But…

  • Creative Autobiography pt 1

    The following questions are from The Creative Habit by Twyla Tharp 1. What is the first creative moment you remember?  I’m not sure which one came first, the games or the story. But I would narrate the lives of my toys with my sister. And it wouldn’t only be when we played with dolls or…