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…

January 30, 2017

  He was there, standing at the end of the bar, his dirty blond hair ruffled like he’d been combing his fingers through it in frustration. His gaze was dull, flicking around the busy room, looking bored and maybe tired. My neighbor, the guy who continually parked in my spot. The guy who I was…

July 10, 2015

  Suddenly, being the center of his attention seemed like a very dangerous place to be. It was irony, she decided. She spent fifteen minutes trying to coax him over using hushed tones, flirtatious finger movements and now… now she had his full attention. And his claws, which made small indentations in her skin sure…

July 3, 2015

This story is intended for readers 18+ Grace ex-boyfriend visits her hometown on Memorial Day and swept her off her feet. She’s older, wiser, and knows what she wants. TJ never stopped loving Grace and when he sees her again their relationship rekindles immediately. Grace agrees to visit him as often as possible, and in this…

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 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…

April 24, 2015

Writing Prompt from Passionate Ink – Every morning when you wake up, something from your last dream of the night becomes real for an hour. The Fortune Cookie… Courtney wished the Ambien worked and left her dream free, but no… instead she found herself slamming her fist down on her squealing alarm clock and pushing…