Perfect Storm

The skies were brooding all around them; a storm was coming. And a nasty one at that. The Lord Commander gave his orders to his officers and without hesitation they set about relaying the information to all sailors. Within moments they were in the mast, at the stern or anywhere they were assigned, to face…

House of Cards

She flashed a smile and a credit card; everyone around her cheered, as she paid for a round of shots. She watched the bartender; the black of the card impressed. It always did; they all knew what it meant. A thrill coursed through her body, as it always did. “Do you want to open a…

100 Book Challenge ~ Mamma Update

I came home with my little miracle last Sunday and this week has proved one thing: I have some adjusting to do to juggle the duties of a new parent, the daily chores – even if my husband is tremendously helping with both – and my hobbies. It’s safe to say I will need to…

Fragile Prison

They ensured the sealing of the portal was complete. Once they did, the members of the circle finally breathed easier. It had been weeks since they last rested. Now they could. Although all knew the power lying behind the sealed door was merely dormant and not destroyed. They didn’t have the strength or magic to…

No More Time

“Give me time.” It was ironic; she needed the time but there was no time to be given. After all, it was the one thing one couldn’t buy, the one thing that flowed through one’s hands without ever being stopped. He needed time: maybe in time, a cure would be found to beat the sickness…

A short update

There’s nothing abstract about pain; almost. It’s something that one experiences physically whether the suffering is physical or emotional. My post will be short and a stream of consciousness since I can’t expect to write anything very thoughtful right now: the pain is bearable but a bit much for creative writing today. I haven’t been…

Happy, Happiest

The memories were vivid, as if everything happened the day before. In many ways it had. And today was just the happiest day of all the happy days she could have hoped for. She remembered the project: that was what it became after a while, although a child should never really be a project, should…

Fighter

Hair. Everywhere. On her pillow, in the bathroom, in the shower when she washed. She knew it must happen but it didn’t make it easier. She was constantly torn between annoyance – she felt as if she were vacuuming every day – and sorrow. She’d always been so proud of her hair, she’d always found…

Liar Liar

Wood… why? Why would someone decide to be a carpenter in this day and age? He’d been perfect until then: was he even making money? It wasn’t as if he’d lied. If she cared to remember he had indicated in his profile that he worked with wood. But she hadn’t looked much beyond the picture…

Under the Magnifying Glass

She nursed her glass careful not to let any thought transpire. She’d always valued her privacy and it was annoying to have her life scrutinized and put under the magnifying glass of the media. It was necessary though, she’d been told. She wasn’t convinced but if it helped, she had to pretend and lend herself…

Wrong Perceptions

Penelope looked exquisite in the pearly white dress she wore, a vision of purity and perfection. Philip almost gasped when she entered the church. She was an image of what a bride should be: poised, serene and happy. The smile on her face precluded any hidden doubt or sorrow about the situation. Everyone’s preconception of…

The Red Coat

The coat was hanging in the closet begging to be worn. Only Virginia knew she shouldn’t. Still it looked so beautiful; a red velvet coat that would drop down to a woman’s ankle when she wore high heels, hiding whatever she’d be wearing underneath. It resembled the coats women of the 19th century would be…