December 2018

  • Moving On

    To end the year, a very short story! The music drifted out of the club like a vibrating pulse. I could feel it in my bones. The night was alive with possibility. I could even imagine myself finally moving out. I’d been planning it for so long. My parents probably wouldn’t even notice if I Continue reading

  • Writers are weird…

    Over the course of the last couple of months, I have discovered that writers and people who want to be published authors are weird, but in like the best possible way! (And I should warn you that I am going to talk about NANOWRIMO again…) The reason I say that writers are weird is because Continue reading

  • December’s Prompt

    It’s time for my final short story prompt of 2018!  If you want to write a short story too, here is the prompt for this month: The music drifted out of the club like a vibrating pulse. I could feel it in my bones. The night was alive with possibility. I could even imagine myself… Continue reading

  • No Where to Hide

    *This is my November short story. I am running behind because of Nanowrimo, but did I mention I wrote 50,000 words last month?* Until that day, fear had been an idea, a concept. Now it was real: a feeling I would carry inside me for the rest of my life. The day began innocently enough, Continue reading

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