It’s not life or death. It’s not even a make or break business deal, a non-negotiable deadline that could mean a cut in pay or total loss of a job. It’s a personal mission to write some little something that doesn’t completely suck and maybe, just maybe garner a few ‘nice job’ comments from faceless … Continue reading Writer’s block
Category: Indie Ink Writing Challenge
College tour from hell…
What I initially thought was a chance encounter, turned out to be an undeniable omen that led me to Dimoni College. It was the summer before my sophomore year in high school and I faced increasing pressure from my family, teachers and counselors to decide on a career path and where to attend university. I … Continue reading College tour from hell…
Rainy days and Mondays
The pounding rain and thunder woke me before my alarm. Good thing, since the storm had also knocked out the power. That meant a dark and cold shower, and no coffee. Being up early, maybe I would have enough time to stop on the way into the office. A Monday without copious amounts of caffeine … Continue reading Rainy days and Mondays
Sadness or euphoria
Her footsteps echoed through the empty sanctuary, the sound making her flinch with each pew she passed. She imagined the entire town could hear the reverberations, knowing where she was and why. Lighting a candle, she chose a bench far from the altar, smokey with burning incense. She knelt briefly to cross herself, a niggling … Continue reading Sadness or euphoria
A brighter place
Except for taking some time off while pondering whether I wanted to continue my writing and photography, this week marks my fourth full year of blogging. While this particular site only began back in December of this year, I once had another blog that started in mid-July, 2007 ~ which is currently sitting in limbo until … Continue reading A brighter place
Song for her father
It was time to just walk away. The conversation was going nowhere, but downhill. Louder, meaner, more futile. She was butting her head against a brick wall, and he wasn’t about to give an inch. Grabbing her backpack, she didn’t wait for a break in his tirade, she simply got off the couch and headed … Continue reading Song for her father
Thin spiral notebook 