Daily Prompt: The Last One Pt.2

via Daily Prompt: Focused   Part One Wendy fell as the earth shifted beneath her feet. She’d been running between tremors, trying to reach the chapels at the far end of the compound. Reaching her brother had become the singular focus of her existence. More than the pain in her legs, the ache in her […]

Daily Prompt: The Last One Pt.1

via Daily Prompt: Planet   Short Story   The planet shook again, a slight, slow, massive sliding of entire continents. The nuns shouted at the students to keep moving, “Single file! Come children!” “What if we don’t all fit?!” “I’m scared!” “I want my mom!” Wendy looked around for her brother. They had been split […]

Daily Prompt / Story: The Black Rustling

via Daily Prompt: Pamper Short Story. Emily’s Night: “Viktor,” Emily called to her husband, snuggling deeper into their bed. He turned to face her, the silent Russian smiling warmly down at her. “What are the dogs barking at? Come to bed.” Viktor turned back to the window, opening the drawer on the table beside the […]

Short Story: How To Be A Monster

[Short Story]   Alexander felt sick to his stomach. He was about to become a monster, against every prayer he’d ever begged of God, against every instinct in his body, the voice of reason compelled him into a new hell. “Are you listening brother?” “Yes- yes! The new castle.” Alexander replied, wiping his palms against his […]

Writing Prompt: That Didn’t Work

Writing Prompts on Tumblr:  You just broke the first rule of being a mind reader, never read a mind readers mind while he’s reading yours.   “Name?” “Elias … Helsing.” The nurse stilled. “….have a seat, the doctor will be out shortly.” Her tone, now carefully void of any intonation, let him know she was […]

Write Drunk, Edit Sober

Mini shout out to all the authors out there trying to pour their soul out for the masses. Here’s a friendly reminder to keep your love and hustle high, and your nose low – so low it’s up against the grindstone (keyboard). Below I’ve included a rare self portrait of how I feel after an […]

Dear Object Permanence,

no one likes you, please go away. Person Reading This Post: *gasp* dem fighting words. Let me explain. Object permanence is developed between 4-7 months of age and is the reason babies like to play peek-a-boo.  It is essentially ‘out of sight, out of mind’. If you can’t see it, it doesn’t exist. Now as an […]