January 21, 2019

@heyjomachin is doing a thing on instagram this week for all of us writers. Today’s prompt was a meetcute where they are BOTH doing something illegal and it CAN’T be homicide, drugs/drinking, OR stealing. Talk about restrictions! Plus, instagram doesn’t allow for a long story… Here’s my try… #meetcuteJanuary #amwriting #romance I rolled past the…

May 11, 2018

Talk to me, Harry Winston  Chelle wants revenge. She plots to ruin her ex’s career and reputation by stealing jewelry during his promotional Harry Winston ad campaign party. You up?   “Do not answer that text.” My bff and roommate, Tasha, pushed the popcorn bowl towards me. I tucked my phone between the cushions of the…

May 29, 2015

You’ve actually been here before, we just made sure you forgot. She couldn’t shake the feeling of déjà vu. Perhaps it was because this was the sixth first-date in three weeks she’d accepted. The man seated across from her in the booth was bland. She pushed her fork around the plate musing that he was…

May 22, 2015

The sun splintered off the interior cathedral windows, a sight Bridget had never seen before since light had never been allowed in the immense building. The ruin of the building still maintained the high arches, but instead of spider webs interconnecting the intricate mouldings they now served as a trellis for kudzu and morning glories. A…

May 8, 2015

There was a meadow where the fairies used to live where people went to pray to the gods for help. If your intentions were pure, the fairies would guide you through the forest to the meadow. If not… you would wander for days and might not return. Maeve prayed the fairies would guide her. As she approached…

May 1, 2015

She sat in her living room reading a book about poisonous mushrooms. Paranoia egged her on, fraying her very last nerve. If only her anxiety had no foundation. If only she hadn’t searched through Brent’s phone. If only the idiot had erased his texts to Karen, the bitch, the home-wrecker. If only she hadn’t moved…