It starts slowly, as many major life changes often do. The itch hits as the sun rises. You’re unaware, but something amazing and horrifying has happened to you. Two small holes in your forearm surrounded by dozens of small bumps have you scratching your arm until you draw blood all day.
Blood dripped from the edge of the coffee table, soaking into the soft cushion of the sofa. The remains of his body lay heaped in a deformed pile at our feet, but he didn’t mind at all. Only I stood frozen by the stark depth of the red blood surrounding us. Sticky fingers under my chin startle as he slowly turns my gaze to meet his own.
It was easy to ignore the men with the guns, so long as your eyes were closed or your back was turned. But there’s only so much of this same dirty wall one can stare at.
Brought to you this week by Pinterest. Please enjoy, and let me know what you think! Flipping through rack after rack grew tiring, still unable to find the right shirt for the job interview. She flipped her stringy drown hair over her shoulder with a huff. Only an hour, she recalled telling herself before … Continue reading Writing Prompt: Thrifty Finds
I'm back with more in 2017! I spent some time away after NaNoWriMo in November, which I handled like a boss by the way! With more than 51,000 words Killer Instinct rocked my first win ever for Novel Writing Month! I'm so proud to call myself a writer with my first every book complete from … Continue reading New Work in 2017
They walked down the sparsely populated street, painted green for the oncoming St Patrick's celebration that weekend. His dark angular features were kind and she was happy to be his date for the day. Walking hand in hand they entered the last pub on the street, the most empty and by far not the cleanest. … Continue reading Short Story: Stranger Than
This short story was written in 2008 as an assignment for a Creative Writing course while I was still in high school. This was my first piece that I explored writing a shapeshifter/werewolf story. My current project was initially born from this story, which was lost for a few years until I found it again … Continue reading Winter Dreams, A Short Story