What Happened at Midnight

I first wrote this story over five years ago for a fiction writing class. It has remained mostly unvisited since then, until now. The clock announced midnight in a resounding voice, and one by the one the Stories ventured forth. Out of the dark cavern of the author’s mind they came, some hesitant, some bold,…

The Demon (FFfAW Challenge)

I had waited for this moment for weeks; but now, of course, I was paralyzed. Paralyzed with what, exactly? Dread, I decided. And fascination. “You can look. Just don’t get too close.” Allen stretched out his hand toward me. His fingers were curled around a fiercely glowing object about the size and shape of one…

Monday Grumblings and Updates

I think Mondays should be banned. Especially grey Mondays where you wake up to unusual darkness, the kind that tricks your body into thinking it’s 6:30 AM, not 8 AM. I  already struggle daily with unearthing myself from the warm, soft layers of my bed. The greyness doesn’t help a bit. But at least there’s coffee….

Attack of the Anxiety Dementor

On Wednesday, as I trekked through the waves of people flowing toward the metro station, snow began to fall, snow that was more akin to sleet. That circumstance sparked the idea for today’s post. I should say, it was not the sleet from which I derived inspiration, but from an exclamation I heard from a…

Not the Way It Should Be

The world is not the way it should be. Every day as I walk to the metro, inwardly grumbling at the thought of riding in a narrow metal tube crammed with human bodies, I realize how messed up it is. Homeless men and women camp out on park benches and street corners, jangling their cups for loose…

Updates and Writing Rituals

Today has a 100% chance of rain forecasted where I live, which means that it’s the perfect day to curl up indoors with a cup of tea and write. Unfortunately, rain does not hold up my regular work schedule, however much I wish it would. Fortunately, I can still somehow manage to fit in a…

Warmed-Up Blood

On most days, Eva preferred her morning cup of blood warmed up on the stove. Monday happened to be one of those days. She knew, of course, that the proper way to drink a cup of blood was to have it chilled, the way she used to drink tomato juice, once upon a time. But…

The Mind-Dwellers

Written in response to The Daily Post’s prompt “shock.” (You can find the post here.) My first inclination, on seeing the writing prompt for today, was to write a short scene involving one or two, maybe three, of my original characters, people I treasure in secret because how can I share their existence with someone…

Levi, Wounded

A quick tid-bit written in response to The Daily Post’s prompt “loophole.” (You can find the post here.) “I said I wouldn’t kill you. I never said I’d let you live.” I could barely hear his words. My consciousness was slipping away. My blood was slipping away too, soaking through the shoulder of my ripped…

Fanfiction, Writing, and Blankets, Oh My!

What should I post today? Well, for one thing, over the weekend I revisited a fanfiction I started writing months ago, based on the characters in the film version of Miss Peregrine’s Home for Peculiar Children. I’ve been thinking about the first two chapters I wrote way back when and couldn’t seem to get the idea out…