Flash Fiction: Bird in a Girl Suit

She was a bird in a girl suit. Feathers gleaming gold and greedy in the light, sleek and dangerous in the dark. Covered in skin and blood and viscous tissue, hidden away from the world like some unspoken sin, something worth forgetting. But she was a bird in a girl suit, born to fly, to … Continue reading

The New Leading Man

Lately, something has changed. I know you feel it too: the hunky, perfectly coiffed, buff and charming leading man that we have known for so long has been replaced. The brilliant, lanky and mischievous Loki garners more attention than his ruggedly handsome, blonde brother. Sherlock (all three of them!), a brilliant man who uses (or … Continue reading

The Truth About Goals in Storytelling (Hint: Your Character Should Have One)

I’ve been doing a lot of reading lately. Beta reading, manuscript reading, book reading (damn you and your trilogies, Chuck Wendig!), and I’m noticing something interesting. It is easy for writers, even really good, talented writers, to write 250 pages about a character with no real goal or motivation. And hot damn, is it easy … Continue reading

Prose Poetry: My Bones

My bones are hollow, cracked, and dusty. Only good for breaking, only reset badly. I cannot layer them with books and hope the weight won’t crumble them. I cannot rest weary elbows on them and hope the years forget to splinter through. They are made for nothing. The world slips through the porous openings in … Continue reading

Flash Fiction: Nightmare Man

She does not remember a time when he didn’t strangle her dreams and turn them into nightmares. When his eyes, black as pitch, bottomless, didn’t stare down at her through a snow white mask, a mask she knew was meant to disguise hideous scars, flesh opened up to world, exposing rotten muscle and bone. When … Continue reading

Flash Fiction: Hitchhiker

He was slouched and slender, with wild blond curls down to his shoulders. He was as beautiful as any woman I had ever met, and from the darkness beneath the eyes I could see that it had served him poorly. I had never been tempted to pick up hitchhikers before, but something in the way … Continue reading

Flash Fiction: Diamond

Er, honestly not sure where this came from or what it is. Thoughts? She remembered everything. It had taken her years because she’d forgotten it all, and then spent so long in the dark. But now, now of all times, the memory became crisp in her mind and it was the name, the name, always … Continue reading

Prose Poetry: Done

I am done, she said. Not aloud, not to anyone who would hear the words. She said it with a choice, with a lack of doing that spoke volumes louder than any words she could have chosen. I am done, she told him. She told him by not showing up, by ignoring his calls, by … Continue reading

Flash Fiction: Earl Gray

I sip Earl Gray tea at a table in the corner. It is dim and mysterious in my corner, exactly how I like it when seeing someone more attractive than I. Daylight is so unforgiving. I want to be mistaken for beautiful, even though my self consciousness will get the better of me once I … Continue reading

Flash Fiction: Cigarettes

He sits here with me in the darkness, smoking. God, how I used to hate smoking. I knew someday it would rob me of people I loved. Am I really so cynical these days, that I don’t even worry about that anymore? For fuck’s sake, it’s just a cigarette. For fuck’s sake, it’s not going … Continue reading