Tongue Tied

"Cat got your tongue," Carolyn said with a chuckle. Meike shook her head. She got that a lot and had long grown to ignore it. It was the only response she had for quips such as "You don't talk much do you," or the ever fatal "You're a quiet one, huh". Today was one of…

Draft Update #1

I spent most of last week sorting out my outline and falling into the trap of rewriting. Just wasn't satisfied at all with my first chapter, and really needed something better to help me get into the flow. Now it's two rewrites later, but I've managed to turn one rewrite into a second chapter (that…

Busy drafting!

It's been a while since I last updated; work and the holidays have kept me away. I've also buckled down and started getting serious with one of my books – the shapeshifter crime/mystery and yet to be named novel (it's a real work in progress). I can say for sure that I know how the…

The Rare Nightmare

I rarely remember my dreams, but when I do, they're either entertaining or weird enough to stand out. Or they have a lasting physical or mental effect on me, much like this one. I've had dreams that gave me inspiration on new or existing stories, but this was one I'd rather launch into the void…

Minor update

Been meaning to update more, which includes editing and uploading a few stories. Work and NaNoWriMo have unfortunately kept me busy this month, moreso work, as it can be physically and emotionally exhausting. Depression is affecting me as well (on a smaller scale, thankfully), but I'll try and update more frequently. Might even share snippets…

Missed Connections

Local grocery store. You were the cashier with lavender locks and lovely red nails. I was the hapless customer (wearing a golden beanie with a brown leaf) whose hand you briefly touched, when we both reached for the bread. I merely wanted to say I loved your aesthetic, but the hand touch and brief eye…

Float Like A Butterfly

We, the Drones, moved as one. Our footsteps were in perfect sync, from years of training started in early youth. We came to a stop in front of our respective lockers. There was a solitary clack as each door automatically flung open. It was time to change into our civilian clothes, dark grey jumpsuits and…

Grandma Knows Best

Boys. The schoolyard was thick with boys. A few curious girls were scattered near the fringes of the mob, quietly chattering among themselves. Occasionally they glanced towards Maximus, but only a few were bold enough to point and giggle. Not that it mattered, anyway; he worried less about the girls and more about the boys.…

The Hardest Questions

“Mom, why don’t I have a dad?” There it was, the one question many single parents dreaded hearing. For Yaela, this came at the worse time possible. Fortunately, she caught herself before the knife could amputate her fingertip. A red deeper than the brilliant mane trailing down her back dripped from her finger. She tucked…

Writing Excerpt #1

"Grandma, grandpa, your darling Laney has returned,” I screamed, arms outstretched and ready to be met with fanfare. Instead, I was met with a deafening silence. Where was everyone? From somewhere behind me my friend, Stacy, honked the horn. “Want me to wait a bit? Doesn’t look like no one’s home,” she hollered. I shook…