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When I was a stay-at-home mom and my husband worked a full-time job with set hours, finding time to write was extremely easy. My daughter, Evie, slept the whole night in her room till about 8 or 9AM. Hubby

Being a writer is an extremely lonely lifestyle. The characters in our heads constantly beg for their stories to be told, and we often feel frustrated when there’s no one around to challenge us or to help

Andre and I had our first miscarriage in May 2015. I was only about two or three weeks along, but I still felt an incredible amount of sadness. The following August, at about eleven weeks, we had our second

I hold tight to my husband as the nurse carries my baby away. Eleven weeks pregnant, and now no more. My child’s soul has flown to heaven on angels wings. Why couldn’t she stay here with me? I would’ve

The prompt for this week was "ghost". I wanted to do something other than the obvious so I looked up the different definitions of ghost. One was "a faint trace of something", and then

Timmy wandered through the pumpkins till he found the perfect one. He tried to lift it but his ghost hands passed through. Dangit! Laughter. Timmy turned towards the sound. Two living children played as

This week's prompt for @jayna's #fiftyword challenge is chase. I knew I had the perfect scene in "The Shard of Myrsi", but it was going to take some work to fit it into 50 words. The scene is

“Not enough, kid.” The clerk pushed the money to the edge of the counter. Bobby clutched the stuffed rabbit. His baby sister was born too small. She needed a toy to play with in Heaven. He dropped the

“You left Dad to die.” The fire popped as Tanya stirred it with her dagger. “He trusted you.” “I didn’t!” Billy dropped to his knees. “They captured me!” Tanya studied his eyes. Billy had never lied before.

Alex sighed as her daughter stormed out of the kitchen. She buried her face in her hands. She’d never survive the teen years! Not without Mark. Her younger son opened the fridge, releasing the scent of

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Alan fought against the orderlies holding him back. “Veronica, no!” “You’re a danger to yourself.” She signed the forms then removed her sunglasses, revealing a black eye. “And to me.” Alan stopped fighting.

I've been trying to take my daughter, Evie, outside for a short walk as often as I can lately. It gets both of us out of the house for a bit instead of always being cooped up. My entry for #portraitphotography

This week's prompt in @jayna's Fifty Word Challenge was "shade", so I decided to write something that may or may not end up in my fantasy novel, The Shard of Myrsi. Enjoy! Pain rippled through

Image by Clker-Free-Vector-Images on Pixabay Paul swung the rock down on the chain with as much force as his restraints allowed. Twenty years in this hell-hole. He was innocent, dammit! He swung again.

This is a vignette from Emtia's history that show's the effects of a condition called Nightmare's Death. To read the full article, go here. I ached to run to Darad, to wake him from his dreams. But that

" Since joining World Anvil, I've been busy working on Lessaria, my fantasy world for "The Shard of Myrsi". Specifically I've been building the kingdom of Emtia, which is where the majority

As promised, here is the original version of "Regrowth", exactly as I had submitted it to the contest. Image from Canva Allisandra gazed out over the dead forest at the city’s edge. If only she’d

I'm super excited to announce that I've finally started using World Anvil to build a couple of my story worlds! One world that I'll be building there is the world that my fantasy novel, "The Shard

Image by Ramdlon on Pixabay In the last blog post, I mentioned that I had started work on rewriting a short flash piece of fiction that I recently wrote for a contest. The rules of the contest were that