Aira ran. She ran as fast as she could, her breath coming in bursts as she tried to direct enough air into her lungs. It would not be enough. Despite her long legs, they were coming for her, and they would catch her.
Zarina reached out nearly a year ago for someone to review her poetry book and her novella collection. I responded and since then I have had the pleasure of reading and review her works and now I have had the chance to interview her! Is being a writer a gift or a curse? Definitely a... Continue Reading →
I couldn't think of a story to go with this prompt, so I simply starting writing in stanzas. June Writing Prompts At the corner of 15th and 8th, she finally disappeared. Into the mist she disappeared Into the air she vanished Where did she go? He wondered sadly, Would she come back? Yes, she had... Continue Reading →
https://puttingmyfeetinthedirt.com/2019/06/01/june-writing-prompts-2/ I found this prompt difficult, but I really enjoyed writing this. My husband did not enjoy it. He wanted everything to be clear cut black and white. You won't find that here, perhaps. Or maybe, you'll see clearer than him. Enjoy. I certainly did. June 9 Naia stretched, reaching her hands high above her... Continue Reading →
Took me 4 days to finish this. I just have been procrastinating and watching too much Grace and Frankie. I gotta get into a routine... Here it is! 5. The shadows crept along as the night grew old. The shadows crept along as the night grew old. A young man, clad in black, stood under... Continue Reading →
Sandwiched between pumpernickel on rye, she’d found her prize. The beautiful meat, cheese, and pickle, all squashed between the fluffy brown bread, called to her. She felt her mouth fill with saliva as she envisioned biting into that wonderful sandwich. How could something so simple evoke such a visceral response in her? Slowly, she reached... Continue Reading →
June 1st: The screen flickered, and then he was gone. She sat back, her eyes narrowed as she surveyed the monitor. Did that really just happen? Forefinger and thumb rubbed the bridge of her nose, pushing up her glasses. “I need a drink.” It was true, but it had been so long since any form... Continue Reading →
I wish I could say that everything was perfect with the book launch and with the book itself. It wasn't, and I have learned a lot about this process including that editing and perfecting one's craft can never cease. One thing that occurred through reading the reviews that my book has gotten so far is... Continue Reading →