• Where It All Went | 4

    “You shouldn’t be reading that.” The man in white spoke again, this time slower and more pronounced. Lucy had heard him the first time, but that didn’t mean she could move to acknowledge it. She was a true deer in…

  • Charlie | Ep. 2

    Ep. 2 “Well,” Charlie’s mother tapped her foot, “what do you have to say for yourself?” Charlie’s eyes veered up to the top of the door frame. “I’m sorry and next time I’ll leave a note telling you what I’m…

  • Treehouse Peace

    Treehouse: Write about your own secret treehouse hideaway. It was the tallest tree. It stood in the middle of the forest, towering over a wide stream that cut through the land. There was a rope that hung with knots spaced…

  • Mirror, Mirror

    Mirror, Mirror: What if your mirror started talking to you? The time it spent Holland to get home was cut in half compared to the usual. She expertly handled the awkward half walk, half run all the way to her…

  • Frame It

    Frame It: Write a poem or some phrases that would make for good wall art in your home.   Stand up for you Family, friends, and strangers, too Stay kind and smile And laugh all the while Love one another…

  • Aspire

    Being stuck in thick black dress pants and a high neck blue long sleeve was not Amelia’s ideal attire for a sunny afternoon, but having a job and going to college led to lengthy tiresome days with sporadic hour long…

  • Different Letters, Different Places

    Write a story using a different letter for each sentence (repeats allowed, but not consistently). After her run, Josie wandered slowly back to her house, trying to delay her meeting with lovely Aunt Betsy. Betsy did nothing to actually be an…

  • Welcome!

    Welcome to my blog! Have a look around and enjoy all my photography, short stories, and rambling thoughts! Here’s to kicking 2018’s booty!

  • Dancing…

    Dancing: Who’s dancing and why are they tapping those toes?   The rhythm is steady, aside from a few late taps that cause the next to be much louder from trying to get back on beat. She smiles because of…

  • Unrequited Love

    The Unrequited love poem: How do you feel when you love someone who does not love you back?   It’s the weekend and time to run the monotonous errands of buying groceries and miscellaneous items for around the house. I…