The wind howled louder than a dozen wolves. There wasn’t a soul in sight on Crenbrow lane as the cold air seized the darkened driveways. A light pit patter of rain spurs from the gray clouds followed by loud rumbles of thunder, making it almost impossible to hear the occupants living across and down the…
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The Rainman
Tess hops out of the van to meet Mick , who has been waiting on the curb outside a building for her. “You got the stuff?” he asks anxiously, blowing his breath into his cold hands. “Yup!” Tess exclaims, waving the contract into the air smiling. She kisses him. “All fifty-six pages. Are they ready…
Belle’s Bayou
Belle’s bayou was once filled with love. A slow churning, burning love that hummed and echoed like nectar bees in a tunnel of sunflowers bent under the warm, summer sky. It was a hot love, a sticky love like mama Maybelle’s crème pops, once they had been set out too long. An infectious love that…
Ten places in your city or town for inspired writing.
“Many can write words yet only some will feel them.” When I use to think of writers, I imagined quirky introverts sitting behind desks all day, drinking coffee and writing amazing stories from thin air. Until I became one and learned that writing like many other things in life is art; Art that takes time…
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