“This cup of cold coffee is barely keeping me awake,” Sandra said, yawning with her hands planted firmly on the steering wheel. Sandra glanced over, then returned… Read more “Reward Money”
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We’re Done
(Published at Spillwords) The thought of love without himshifts the ground beneath her feet.Whatever he meant, he said it instead.A cool breeze pulls her ponytail southbound,and tears… Read more “We’re Done”
The Invitation
Mark is the black sheep of the family and thinks the government monitors cell phones, so he never called. But when Ben receives a letter with an… Read more “The Invitation”
We Deserve Each Other (Valentine’s Day)
“Don’t pretend you didn’t mean it,” I said, wiping tears with a tissue. “You return after ten years and expect—” “I don’t have a Valentine,” Sara said, closing the distance… Read more “We Deserve Each Other (Valentine’s Day)”
That’s Why
I pulled into the driveway, scratching the back of my neck, seeing what I saw.Sandy threw my clothes on the lawn.My old Playboy and Bible collection crackled… Read more “That’s Why”
Paralyzed by Indecision
I stood, hands clasped around a mug amid a mid-December winter wind with a warm cup half full of seventeen-year-old dreams tucked inside seventeen-year-old lies. Absent a… Read more “Paralyzed by Indecision”
I’m Listening (Biting My Tongue)
I speak too much,hanging my head in disgust.My cheeks blush with lust.My mouth sealed shut.So that not even the trees could hear me screamwhat’s to be of… Read more “I’m Listening (Biting My Tongue)”
Becca Screamed
Becca is a naive perfectionist at heart and a follower by upbringing. Her mother is an alcoholic, and her father, a workaholic. Becca fights for their attention,… Read more “Becca Screamed”
Alisha Gets Even
(Chapter 1. WIP) It’s been ten weeks since I’d last seen my neighbor Alisha Keagan. It’s not like she hadn’t disappeared before because she had, but this… Read more “Alisha Gets Even”
Are We There Yet?
Driving a conversation home — on roads unknown, we roam, following curves and narrow straits, streets, and words that cut like glass, we debate the better part… Read more “Are We There Yet?”
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