Plaything

I flip through the files of my mind for the last thing I remember before ending up here, but I just can’t. There’s nothing but white light and the whisper of blinding pain in my minds eye as I try.

Features Week October 2018: Jenn Harkless

Jenn has been a follower/friend of mine since I started out on Twitter. It’s been amazing to see her progress as a writer and I can’t wait to see where she goes! How long have you been writing? I’ve been writing since I was a kid. I love coming up with new stories. Sometimes theyContinue

The Woman on the Yellow Bicycle

With reluctance, I walked into the stuffy classroom. Hugging my arms close to my chest, I watched my feet walk across the tile floor. A dark haired woman stopped me before I could make my way to the seat I had eyed at the back of the classroom. She smiled, then rested her hands onContinue

Wishful Thinking Part 1

Greg Barton placed his chin in his hand and slouched forward in his office chair. The clock above his office door showed there was 20 minutes left in his shift. While the last 20 minutes were always his least productive, they meant the end of the day was soon approaching and he would soon beContinue