Tag: writing

  • Walt

    As the Porsche pulled up beside me, I never would have guessed who was behind the wheel. I hoped I was able to hide my shock when Walt rolled the window down, but by the look on his face, I don’t think I was successful.  “Were you expecting someone else?” Walt asked, staring at me…

  • Funny

    I only ever met one man I’d actually say was funny. And I was obsessed. Having grown up in a home where laughing and jokes were not heard often, I wanted to surround myself with those who laughed and joked. Anthony was, at this point, my only hope. I met him when I was in…

  • Winter Hideout

    PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson  I knew I was finally home when I saw the lights. I only saw the lights because I had finally had the courage to confront my past. And the first way I knew how to confront my past was to come back where all the drama started. I knew my…

  • The Hike

    A loud scream echoed through the forest just as I made it back to my car. I stopped short and wondered if there was any chance the scream came from Kelly. Even if it did, I didn’t think I could go back. I knew she was the one who had turned me in and had…

  • The Magic of Radio

    Check out my post on the Booked Solid in Santa Fe blog!

  • Winnings

    I ran into the kitchen when I heard Sarah start screaming. She was usually pretty quiet so for her to be screaming so loudly was unusual.  “What? What? What’s happening?” I asked barely able to get any words out at all. Sarah was hopping around the kitchen, still screaming.  “I won! I won! I won!”…

  • Fast Food

    Every time I went out of town, I always ended up in the same place.  It didn’t matter where I was headed or when, I always ended up at the corner of Main Street and Water Avenue. There was nothing on this corner for me – the only thing here was a Dunkin’ Donuts and…

  • Felix

    PHOTO PROMPT © Lisa Fox  I knew I was in the right place as soon as I saw the stuffed animals hanging on the line.  I had found Felix.  I had made it after years of searching with little to no success. I was here and would finally be able to pull my life back together.…

  • The Icy Fingers

    I knew I was in trouble when the ice cold fingers grasped onto my arm with surprising strength. It took me longer than it should have to realize what was happening and before I could scream, another hand covered my mouth.  “If you scream, we both die. If you stay quiet, then we can escape…

  • The Neighbor

    I always wanted to be just like my neighbor. Until the day I didn’t. I had always looked up to Fred when he was living next door. He was always helping out the neighbors – mowing lawns, making dinners, walking dogs, doing whatever needed to be done to help. The fact he was now sitting…