Feel free to skip my enthused babble and scroll straight to the bottom if you just want to listen. If you know me at all, you know I love storytelling. In any form. I love forging new stories. I still can’t believe how much writing has become a part of my daily life and my…
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So, I finished the first draft on this novella and I can’t stop screaming. I savoured some celebratory cookie dough ice cream, and I thought I’d share my excitement with all of you while I try to wrap my brain around the next story waiting for me to finish drafting. While most of what I’ve…
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For those who want to skip my blabbering and just listen, feel free to scroll down to the bottom of the page. This is old news for some of my friends, I know. But me? I’m still inwardly shrieking with excitement. Last month, I got to listen to a real-live podcast episode from someone else…
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“But–” “No. You’ve got to go.” I looked into her eyes one last time and handed over the bag containing our meager supplies. Enough for Anna to make it out of the desert. Hopefully. My hand covered her rounded stomach as we kissed. “Goodbye, Anna. Take care of our daughter.” …
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Behind Dagmar, every church bell in the capital began to toll. “Uncle!” She turned and ran down the hill. Her bodyguard caught up, grabbing her wrist. “My Lady, there’s nothing you can do. The king is gone.” She clenched her fist. “One day, I’ll kill the bastard who did this.” Wow. It’s been…
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She had to start looking after herself again. Too-thin hand resting on her still-flat belly, Allie smiled. Her memories of Joe wouldn’t fade completely. A part of him would live on after all. This is my entry for my friend Jayna’s weekly 50-word story prompt. I haven’t felt up to writing for a…
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Mutt watched as the girl slammed back the shot and bit into a slice of lemon. What was her name again? Jodie? Joni? Shit. Why was he here? Annie would hate this place. She’d be right. He tossed a few bills on the bartop, walked outside and grabbed his phone. Another week, another…
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“She’s out of danger.” The doctor’s words echoed through my head as I clung to Lily’s hand. I’d never forget the sight of her–helpless and fragile. A tube down her throat breathing for her. Alive, yes. If you’d call it that. She’d never leave this behind. And neither would I. This week’s fifty…
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Bri leaned against the tree–its shade a relief from sunlight. After the violence his father inflicted on her, would she ever love this child? Sudden, tingling warmth flowed from under her fingers where they rested on her abdomen. It was too soon for kicking. But he was there. Her son. Well, I…
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Wrapping paper fell at Annie’s feet as she stared at the bowl in her hand. Gold gleamed in the grout where the shards were joined. Whole again, but no longer the same. Better. Like she would be. Phil was a dick, no denying that. But not worth staying broken over. These fifty word…
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