Tag: writing

  • The Loft

    PHOTO PROMPT © Lisa Fox  I knew I would move in as soon as the for rent sign went up. I knew it would go up soon because I was the reason behind why April was leaving. She was leaving because I needed to live in this loft immediately. It was essential for my life…

  • The Detective

    “With your good looks, I think we will be able to pull this off,” my boss said, looking me up and down.  I hated when he did this, but at least this time I understood.  “Grace!”  He yelled.  I flinched at how suddenly and loudly he yelled, but I sighed.  Grace was the youngest member…

  • The Coin Collection

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

  • My First Tattoo

    I had always wanted to get a tattoo, but never quite knew what I was going to get. I spent countless hours browsing pictures on the Internet, but still couldn’t decide what to tattoo on my body. I wasn’t afraid of needles, I was afraid of mistakes. My father had always talked about how tattoos…

  • Voodoo Queen

    I always knew I was destined to be a voodoo queen. It was in my blood and it was my heritage. My great-great grandmother was the first Queen of the family and her healing practices kept our family healthy and the spirits happy. Over the years it has been obvious my place in the family…

  • My Heart

    PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot  It was the last bench I ever sat on and it was the place I remembered wanting you. I knew I would never sit on another one, especially after you spray painted the heart on the bench as we walked away. I didn’t know it would be the last time to…

  • The Contest

    “Why does he always feel like everything is a contest?”  I whispered to my sister.  “Not everything needs to be about winning.”  I had tried to not bring up all the faults I saw in my sister’s new boyfriend, but I couldn’t always help it.  She had only been seeing Scott for a few weeks,…

  • Accidental Phenomenon

    I started keeping a diary when I was about ten as a way to keep myself entertained.  If there ever was an award for couples who should not have kids, it would have been my parents.  Writing in a diary meant I at least had one sounding board who wouldn’t give me grief.  I searched…

  • Alone

    Days seemed longer  The sun seemed to dim  When I started to wake up   Later. And then even later  With the day gone I had less time to feel alone  Less time to think.  I found ways to dull my senses.  Dull my feelings  I avoided thinking  I avoided talking.  I avoided life.  I cried…

  • The Miners

    “I just wish you could work at a job where you could see the sun.  A job where the light could kiss your face.”  I sighed as my dad located his gear – his helmet, hammer, shovel.  Most of the time he left his tools at the mine, but yesterday he had left in a…