Something I wrote this week. I enjoy sharing my unedited musings with you. Part of me wishes I could craft perfectly written stories that grab you by the throat, but sometimes I write because I like the way something feels. That’s enough. Mature content! Reader discretion is advised. — A taste Of my honey I’d …
While I’m typically disinclined to do the award shtick, I figured I’d christen the new spot with its first blog award. Rushmore Judd was kind enough to nominate me for the Very Inspiring Blogger Award. Check out his blog here or here) And The Rules: 1. Display the award logo on your blog. 2. Link …
What do you call a person who makes it a point to know your business? One who comes to your place and rifles through your stuff and then shouts to the masses the dirt that they find? Some would call that a creeper, stalker, or a troll. Know what I call it? A secret admirer. …
A little afternoon poetry prompted by the The Sunday Whirl. — As I traverse sunny streets I think of you Your shadow walks beside me, your memory an apparition The march of time gone by echoes like the tap of my high heels on cobblestone The whistle of an arriving train reminds me that things …
Decided I’d rather wait and see where Whisker Burn ended up before I posted anymore. May this will do in its stead. Mature content. — I was sick and only he could make me better. He came when I needed him, and relieved the tension inside of me. He was a glittering gem, leather and …
I have a few bad habits when it comes to offering up my writing for reader consumption, but the biggest is my need to apologize for it. Maybe I don’t want to offend, or maybe I’m just not sure I’ll be well received, but I have to stop myself from explain why I wrote what …
This was perfect. A reminder that someone wants to hear your voice, read your story. An encouragement to continue sharing what lives in our minds. And a thanks to anyone that prefers me. 🙂
How much of ourselves do we reveal as writers? I’m honest sometimes. Brutally honest, especially with myself. Maybe cruel is a more accurate portrait of how I treat myself? But ultimately I’m honest even if that honesty hurts. I didn’t start blogging to have a platform for my writing, I started because I wanted to …
Working title for the Five Sentence Fiction saga that is Terry’s existence. You can read what’s up so far here. Prompt: Whisper — The room took on a hazy feeling as he sat up in the bed, his arousal flagging to half mast under the fear flooding his veins. “What do you mean, ‘My secret’,” …
This is a quick. unedited response to a photo I saw on Littlekaninchen’s site. It neither underscores the point I was trying to make in the previous post, nor has any romantic inclinations. I guess I should say it doesn’t always have to make you think deeply to be worth writing. It’s mature content, my …