She stood strong and brave as the axe fell, blow after blow, slowly severing her from her familiar roots. In the moments before release, she bade farewell to the fellow plants in her fertile corner of the earth, blessed them, and thanked them for their company and care. She let go of the fear of… Continue reading
**Or, “Write a scene using the words code, witch, insult, and paleo cupcakes.”** Ana scowled at her screen. She contemplated tweaking the title on her email signature. Perhaps she could use it, for certain “special” clients… Then again, when it came to a name like “Ana” in this shop, maybe only Lead Developer, Google would… Continue reading
**From a prompt to: Write a scene using the words concrete, bacteria, and daisy.** When I fell, the tears pricked instantly and threatened to flood over. I inhaled sharply and held my breath, fighting back the urge to sob, even though I was alone. The first salt water escaped as I pushed myself up from… Continue reading
The beads of sweat from my left leg trickled down, making their way through a maze of fine hairs, and soaked into the pollen tinged canvas of the outdoor cushions. My shirt bunched in knotty rolls along my back as I leaned into a stack of pillows. I could feel the ridges of pink welts… Continue reading
There is something undeniably fanciful about a contest whose winner will inherit an historic Maine Inn, yet I couldn’t help but sit with the idea for awhile. Since, in the end, I landed firmly in the camp of preferring to weave the challenge into a story over actually being responsible for such an endeavor, the following… Continue reading
From a 10 minute assignment to, “Write a scene using the following words: numb, blackberry, forget, yoga, button.” Her lips took on the hue of blackberries, and she felt the familiar wash of peace with a hint of giddiness. She knew the loud, persistent monologue would return with its reprimands, but for now, it was silent…. Continue reading
I’m outside at 10 am on one of those sickly hot, late summer days. The humidity is so high that the air could easily pass as as a pot of water, climbing to a boil, through which I move with deliberation. I hold a basket of laundry that I’m sure will succumb to mold before… Continue reading