• 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 Girl as Pale as Snow

    Once upon a time, a young girl hid in a cave while monsters ravaged her parent’s house. She’d jumped from her bedroom window and run through the woods when she heard the screams. And now she heard the growls and messy sounds of teeth tearing flesh and she saw the smoke rise from the roof…

  • I’m Writing A Series

    My current writing project is a series. I’m looking at at least four books to run the plot through. But this is going to be my first series I’ve ever written and so I’ve been looking at all the tips and tricks to doing it effectively. One of the most talked about ideas is creating…

  • Jillian’s New Powers

                I stood at the edge of our land and looked out over the woods below. The wind whipped my hair around my face, and it stuck in my mouth and the corners of my eyes. From a distance, the bright red color must have looked like a flame. The idea left me craving a…

  • A Book from Long Ago

    When I was nineteen, I wrote books about vampires and werewolves and other magical stuff. Because I love that stuff. Anyway, this is one of them. And on Thursday you can read the first chapter. Let me know if it sounds like something that needs to be fully rewritten for the world to see.

  • 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…

  • An Ode to Audiobooks

      Dear Audiobooks,   Without you in my life, I don’t know where I would be. Reading in print takes so much time and devoted energy that I just never have anymore. But then I found you, sweet audio, and my life has changed forever. Once I was able to devour multiple paperbacks and hardbacks…

  • 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.…

  • 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…