A continuation of my short story Purge. It is not in my nature at all to write Young Adult fantasy, but goodness. It's just so gosh darn fun! Part I Part II Chapter 3 The Blacksmith was taken aback. He knew that the first sister was a nun, but he didn't expect her to be so … Continue reading Purge: scene 3: Dinner for the Damned
I am at a coffee shop at 8 am on a Sunday morning and was digging through a batch of unpublished old blog posts. There was a reason why they were unpublished, and it is exactly because of those reasons that makes them so funny. So here they are. The originals, unmarred and unedited. … Continue reading The Prufrock Cafe
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Prompt by Essi Park: “She had nothing but an orange to defend herself.” Notes: The one in which I shamelessly write fanfiction (and fail at deductive crime writing). Watson had one foot firmly planted on the ground above him and the other wedged underneath the gnarled roots of the tree. The roots had grown oddly, fantastically one … Continue reading Practice Write: “She had nothing but an orange to defend herself.”
Prompt by Essi Park: "That was not a coffee stain." That was not a coffee stain, June decided. It was probably a drip from a leaky pipe, or a misdirected splotch of molasses. Cheap ink?. No no, dry wine. Earl grey. Ketchup? Soy sauce. Blood. "June, the table isn't going to clean itself." June looks … Continue reading The Art of reading coffee stains: Practice: Mar. 19, 2017
" Dan is a window washer for the Emperium Hotel. If you did not know, the Emperium Hotel is the one famous for being really really tall. Last year, the Emperium added its very last floor. They tacked in the final lightbulb amidst a fabulous celebration complete with grand cocktails in glass that reached the … Continue reading 10 minute drabble: Slurred lines
"The last one is happy. I promise. Spring is here. Says the sign on the wall of God's desk. 'I better call the weather man, schedule an appointment for the mural.' He called Sunset. Who brought Flowers. They in turn hired their friends Lemonade and Sandals. Allergies called in sick. But she sent tin cans … Continue reading 10 minute drabble: Rhythmic 4