Veterans Day
Flash Fiction, A memory mixed with fiction. Those damn bagpipes haunt my dreams, every single night. While the horned version is heard...
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#Rewrites and #Updates
Recently I’ve been reading a couple of my books, trying to get back in the swing of writing and falling in love with it all over again,...
#CampNaNoWriMo
Kind of snuck up on me this year. I took a break from last July’s camp and the main NaNoWriMo because I just was not in the right space...
Raise Your Voice
Raise your voice your drowning in a sea of confusion. Raise your voice something’s wrong but your scared. Raise your voice you want a...
Widowed
Veteran's Day Flash Fiction Lightning flashes as Kitt Raynes sits on her beat-up porch swing, listening to the rain pelt down on the tin...