Wibbly Wobbly Revise-y Wimey

Hoo boy. Where do I begin? I have been neglecting this poor, poor blog. There are a few reasons for this, though I can’t claim any of them are good reasons. The first: I wrote and finished the first in a YA Gaslamp-esque Fantasy during the months of November and December. I haven’t had many … Continue reading

Flash Fiction: Shadows

This is more like the opening to a book that I have not written. Shrug!   We huddle inside a shadow, hoping it’ll engulf us before we are found. Everyone here travels inside the shadows now, a world all their own since the truth came out, the Great Revelation, the proof that all those nutjobs … Continue reading

Flash Fiction: Lindy

I stare at Lindy Phillips for a long, long time. I take in everything about her: the long tendril curls, undone in the water. The heart shaped mouth, lips pursed in surprise. The ripped white tights, fabric flayed open. The yellow dress I remembered as a gift from her mother, tattered. Her fingernails are painted … Continue reading

Flash Fiction: Valentine’s Day

They sit on the hood of his car, staring into the sky. The moon is full and pregnant with light, the stars are dripping with it, diamonds catching and refracting it until the whole sky is lit like a beacon. The lake in front of them reflects everything, not even a ripple marring the image, … 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

In Which A First Draft is Finished

Late last night, I typed “The End” on a first draft of my WIP. I have been working on this for longer than I wanted, and finally decided in October that I would have this done by the beginning of December. I might not have participated in NaNoWriMo, but I could write as though I … Continue reading

Happy Anniversary to Us

I have been a bad, bad blogger recently. Not that I’ve ever been the example for good bloggers (sporadic posts, much?). But I logged into WordPress today with the intention of writing a quick update, and found a Happy Anniversary notification from WordPress. Apparently, I have been blogging on here, writing flash fiction and book … 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: The Nightmare Garden

There is a garden behind Maria Terreur’s house. Sometimes you can see it from the street, but most days it hides where prying eyes won’t see. It all depends on if the garden wants to be found that day. If the garden is feeling like it can face the world. There are roses in the … 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