It's what we don't know we don't know that gets us in the end, right? That is, unless you decide to let what you're ignorant of take its rightful place in the discovery of things, and you can open your…
View writingIt was a strange trip. I tried so hard to be loveable, to be the person he would love the way he once did. I’d lost weight fretting loss of him, and arrived with him in London feeling thin, pretty,…
View writingHis name was Darrell Farnsworth, he was from outside of Boston. "We grew up in a modest neighborhood, my family was a little better off than most. My Dad was in Waste Management (aka Mob) . He had just bought…
View writingwho gets lied to here? Ana feels like it's her, but she's a fox. ooh, you've got it bad! She is pretty, in a non-standard kind of way. That's what you like, isn't it? no, I mean, she's a shifter,…
View writingMerrill stopped hiking, no longer able to even pretend he could keep up with Shea. He bent slightly forward, hands on his thighs, and gulped in the thin desert air. He was embarrassed. "Hey, what's going on down there?" Shea…
View writing(On to a new character. This is her opening.) “Got something big planned,” the checker said, because this was Iowa, where people made it a point to be friendly. “Nope,” I told her, unloading a 5-pound rib eye onto the…
View writingJackie dear -- this is yet another rewrite on the beginning of my story. You were write, I'm starting it at a different point. This isn’t where we started out, Keith and me. We started out in a cute, fixer-upper…
View writingKat sighed, as she always did when looking out at the ocean, and reached her hand out to the small, speckled terns assembled shyly at her feet. She was hoping to tempt them towards her with the few lone crumbs…
View writingOur true Self is a weak, fragile and tender thing….prone to easy injuries….scared that daylight might burn us. And so, as early as we can, we find our safe places, dig our most comforting caves, store up in our various…
View writingWe lost track of ourselves We lost track of ourselves that summer. How odd to think of it now, when it's an effort for me to shower, when he is gone completely. It was easy to lose track when happiness…
View writingNo, no, that's not right! Tell him the way it was. TK troublemaker, pestilence guard and Unicorn were sitting in the bar, awaiting their evening tea, the best part of the day when most patrons had moved on--either out of…
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