Ugh, I hope I make it to Week 3 of Brigits Flame! I'm tied for the final spot, and I have a great idea for my story. I guess we'll just wait and see...fingers crossed!

The writing prompt had thrown the girl for a loop. She sat, hands hovering over the keyboard as if waiting for the inspiration to zip from her brain, down her arms, and out of her fingers. Each night she sat like this as that single, confounding word swam between her ears looking for an idea to wash up on. But such a shore was never found ( Read more... )

“Wake me when we reach the coast,” she says, popping the passenger seat back and curling up on it. She gives me a sleepy smile and it’s all I can do not to reach over and kiss her ( Read more... )

Easily Parted

I remember
the night of Jack and Coke
when boundaries bled
into shaky limbs
and desperate shadow kisses

I still taste
your whiskey tongue on mine
I can still feel
the curve of your hips
in the palms of my hands

Alone now:
eyes closed, remembering
fingers shaking
thighs easily parted
thinking of you.

Stan Bardwell hung there on the beach upside down, suspended from a bungee cord tangled around his foot. The rocky sand swung in and out of range as he careened like a human pendulum across the trampoline. The faces of his classmates blurred before him, little more than gaping black mouths shrieking in laughter as Stan swung past. He wasn't sure ( Read more... )

When the economy bottomed out in ’09, Camp Shenanigans was born.

At the time, folks in the city were losing their homes and jobs by the dozen, and it wasn’t just the poor families, either. Dads and moms in suits and skirts found themselves parked on the curb outside of their dream, watching it go to the highest bidder.

With nowhere to go, they all ( Read more... )

Um...best LJ icon ever.  Today sucks, but Harriet the Spy most certainly does NOT.

Ok, back to work.

I need a better writing routine ( Read more... )

That’s the irony of first impressions: in those first fleeting moments of introduction, you’re too concerned with how the other perceives you to let them impress any of their own truth on you. You’re too busy guarding yourself to feel the air change, to feel your life change, forever.

I remember how plain I thought Julia Sawyer was when she first ( Read more... )

Untitled

Jeremy and Renee had been dating for a few months when he popped the question.

They were in Renee's dorm room one night; she was doing homework, and Jeremy was watching her from the bed.

"Honey?" he asked, shaking his shaggy blonde hair out of his eyes . Renee turned and leaned over the back of her chair, smiling at him.

"Yes, dear?" she ( Read more... )