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Untitled (Rough draft)
“School is going to be fun sweetie, I promise.” Tara stands at the bus stop with her five-year-old daughter, Christy. Today is Christy’s first day at Midtown Elementary. “Just smile and be nice and...
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first draft
As the final pile of hair clippings are swept into the dustpan, a faint tap-tap from the front of the shop makes me jump, my glasses sliding crooked down my nose. Straightening from my slouched...
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Another rough draft
One more fun weekend is all she wanted. It had been eight months since she’d had fun, and would be eighteen years before she could have any more. She decided she wanted to go to her grandfather’s...
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spontaneous freewrite story thing
“Have you written any books lately?” My father has been asking this question since my first short story in third grade. A question that once evoked hope now rings like sirens on a Saturday night, a...
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postcard story
I’ve got to do it. A twelve-gauge shotgun rests in my mouth, my finger on the trigger, as I stand in a crowded room. Three uniformed police officers, two men and a woman, have their Glocks aimed at the...
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The First Soldier
“Prolly best you stay outta that house. That fire really gutted her out.” Janice Avery has her blue-jeans pulled just above her belly button. A matching button-down blouse is tucked into her waistband,...
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The Roughest Draft (of chapters for my crime novel) if I ever finish it...
“Jeremy, come in here, would ya?” Jerry Kolat sits at the head of the long, Oak-made table that has occupied the barn since the family moved in ten years ago. Scanning through a letter, he rhythmically...
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