[Flash Fiction writing prompt, time = 30 minutes]Didn't expect to be here again.Then again, didn't expect it to be me standing before her, she, crumpled against the ground, crying. From my position at the height of the stairs I'm looking down at her, legs splayed, black dog on leash to one side, dressed in all … Continue reading The Other Woman
The back of my eyeballs hurt. This is the un-fun part of authorship. The point right before publication, raking through each chapter one mo' gen, making sure there's no escaping extra spaces, or errant commas, or misspelled names. Yes, I've managed to misspell my own characters' names in several places. These are the tasks … Continue reading Feelin’ Like A Struck Match
It's finals week at ye olde alma mater (see what I did there?). Remember finals? FINALS. Mind, body, and spirit just wigging out to appease the professor. Take a break, Sojourner of The Optimal Grade Point Average. I invite you to indulge in a bit of escapism. Enjoy my top 3 popular posts of the … Continue reading Finals Schminals!
This is so common sense, it amazes me how this topic continues to be a polemic. Why can't everyone think like a soldier?
[Writing prompt courtesy of textsfromlastnight.com; time = 15 minutes] The number of times I've puked in the Walgreens bathroom is becoming way too much for my pride. Whatever's left of it anyways. That girl ripped my balls off with volition, sprinkled with determination. My fault, really. The drinking is, well, a problem. The intersection of … Continue reading ‘The number of times I’ve puked in the Walgreens bathroom is becoming way too much for my pride.’
Yesterday Bobby and I walked over to the path we usually take around the lake. Sitting on a stoop, presumably waiting on the omnipresent Fred, was an unfamiliar person. I, always quick to assess my environs and collect information on hangers about, approached him, letting Bobby sniff him up. The man was not fighting off … Continue reading Shake My Hand Like A Man