Before I begin the story I’d like to give a great big Shout Out to Writers Unite!, a Facebook group I am a member of that challenges its members each month with a new photo writing prompt (see above) and check out their website here: Writers Unite !! I’ll also add that I put this… Continue Reading
Recently, round one results of the NYC Midnight 2019 short story contest were released. My piece, “The Unlikely Trouble with Pecan Pies” placed forth and I moved on to round two!! Without further adieu: The Unlikely Trouble with Pecan Pies By Erin Crocker The screen door of Emma Lee’s Beauty Shop didn’t get… Continue Reading
I’m excited to announce that this week’s “Forbidden” character interview is with Bridgette Dawning! As always, feel free to leave your questions in the comment section of this post or on the Facebook post. One winning question will receive an Amazon E-Gift card! Just for participating!! Woohoo!
This evening we are fortunate to have Bernadette Withermoore with us to answer a few questions from our friends! Fun fact about Bernadette–her original last name was Witherstock, but it sounded too much like Colstock and was changed during the final edits. So, without further commentary, let’s welcome Bernadette. E: Welcome, Bernadette. Last week we… Continue Reading
I’m excited to announce next Monday’s character interview for “Forbidden“. While it might seem that Bernadette Withermoore has a menial role throughout the story, the meaning behind this character is quite significant. I won’t go into interpretations in this particular post but want to make a note that she is not to be overlooked. Therefore,… Continue Reading
“Ashes, ashes! Ashes, ashes! Ashes!” Little Serenity’s shrill voice carried, with ease, through the living room and into the narrow kitchen of the two bedroom home. Ed rubbed his wrinkled forehead and added more vodka to the mug of orange juice that sat alongside piles of neglected plates and glasses that lined the countertop. “We… Continue Reading
Mud-water splashes against my pant legs. In no time they’ll dry, leaving spots of dirt trailing up the material. I despise going anywhere when it rains. Fog beats against storefront windows. The air is humid, melancholy whispers that reduce themselves to leaves as they tap the top of a park bench. It’s nothing special, an… Continue Reading