For my friend. 3:30 a.m. Wake-up. The cool, soft night air blows through the unique French doors I designed for the bedroom. It’s tough to leave our 1000 thread count imported Amara sheets, but the chickens need their vegan breakfast and the garden needs a good weeding. Most of my friends don’t have the luxury … Continue reading Haughty Mom: A Day in the Life
Let’s go back to ’93.
This one time in Rome, I watched them film scenes from the new Bond movie Spectre! We stood around watching until people starting talking/yelling at us in Italian, so we went to chow on gelato! From our hotel room, we could hear those fancy car zooming around near the Vatican all night. And in classic … Continue reading Day 5 – One Time in Rome #NoMoExcuses #NaBloPoMo
A tiny knock on the wooden door woke Fae from her slumber. It was time to go to work. She grabbed her wand, coins, and headed out. She greeted the human tooth at the door. “Another one so soon?” The tooth nodded.
Prompt: A woman purchases a cookbook at a charity book sale and discovers a note tucked in the pages. Old Timey Cook Joan Whirly was more than pleased with her purchase. She traced the texture of the cover, embossed. “Mrs Poppycock’s Marvelous Old Timey Recipes” it was called. She’d flipped through it at the church … Continue reading Day 3 – Flash Fiction & Prompt #NoMoExcuses #NaBloPoMo
TLC should do a show called iCloud Hoarders! Virtual space packed with thousands of duck-faced selfies, petrified cat corpses, unwritten novels, volumes of weight loss searches.
Let's get meta! It’s true. I’ve lost of my daily writing habit. I didn't lose it in the the woods or at the summer fair or down the bathroom sink. No, I lost it to life, oh and television (hello, Jon Hamm, who cares about stupid writing or anything else for that matter). Sure, I … Continue reading Day 1 – NoMo Excuses 30-Day Challenge
'Tis the season for monsters, gore, horror stories and movies, ghosts, psychos, crazy bitches and fucked up dudes, masked zanies who seek revenge on teens doing it, backwood inbreds with a penchant for wearing victim's faces, redrumed twins, creepy cabins in desolate woods, and so much more kooky scariness! What I dig so much about … Continue reading Horror: It’s a good thing
Poet TS Eliot said, “This is the way the world ends. Not with a bang but a whimper.” He was right. Mine ended alone on the crumpled side of 140 kilometres per hour, with a hollow, gurgled sob into the tranquil night.
She saw him and that woman eating ice cream cones; their mouths licking and smiling. Big deal. Everyone likes ice cream. Even Charles Manson. Now kissing. She cried a century worth of tears. He came home with a pint of ice cream.
Thain in Vain 