When I began creating this blog about year ago, I imagined it as a place purely for my fiction writing. I thought if I also included scripts, then why not include articles, or essays, or photos of books! But I didn’t want the idea to stray from the creative writing process and turn into a collaboration… Continue reading A Note to my Readers…
Category: Excerpts
Brooks’ Banana Fritters
“Sophia,” I wake to the whisper of my mom above me. “Honey, it’s time to wake up.” She pats my hip, but I still don’t budge. “You have church in half an hour and we were late last week.” I groan a little, but the small sign of life is enough to get my mom… Continue reading Brooks’ Banana Fritters
Circus Part 2
Amelia’s raincoat was actually pertinent during one of the visits. Large drops of rain bounced off the cobblestone paths and soaked into the trees' thirsty bark. Wes and Amelia, and both of their families, decided to check out the Millennium tent. Amelia and her parents were more interested in the time periods the circus tried… Continue reading Circus Part 2
A Chance at the Circus…
If a kid the age of six could have recognized his destiny, he would have seen it as clearly in her eggshell blue eyes as he could spot when one person fell out of line in the traveling orchestra that day. As an onlooker, Wes could easily see that the musicians were always in perfect… Continue reading A Chance at the Circus…
A Faith in the Stars
I still remember the pieces of salt and pepper hair falling out of Granny’s loose bun as she reminded me that we’re all part of God’s plan. Her hands were extra shaky that day and her teeth seemed to show even more coffee stains than usual. I sat there pretending to listen, and she knew… Continue reading A Faith in the Stars
A potential beginning…
My left foot dug into the soil, and as it did the tiny fragments of clay and pebbles that encompass the bank shifted and fell around my toes. I didn’t understand why there was this type of soil by the river or what the magnificent teal-winged creature was flapping its delicate wings in front of… Continue reading A potential beginning…
The Smell of Lavender
1966 The eggs are as cold and flakey as the wooden table they are sitting on, the blueberry tea beside it just as stale. Yet in a vase that sits at the center, a few lively stems of lavender can be seen stretching upward. Hanging off the table’s edge is one of several notes strewn… Continue reading The Smell of Lavender
Sophia – Piana, France – February 1956…
It’s a beautiful day for a picnic. My relatives have just flown in from London and my mom is determined to show them the perks of living in a smaller town in the countryside. I slip on my new, baby blue summer dress and spin around in front of my mom’s floor length mirror.… Continue reading Sophia – Piana, France – February 1956…
A bit about why I write…
God I used to hate reading. When I was six I don’t even think an offer of twenty dollars would have swayed me. Ask me to read for half an hour and I’d read random sentences in between thoughts about what was for dinner. Ask me to read ten pages and I’d probably whine about… Continue reading A bit about why I write…
An old idea from a summer daydream…
Disclaimer: This is an idea I've had for quite a long time, and I decided to experiment with it a few summers ago. Surely I'd have a few edits to make and might even change the whole thing altogether if I played out the idea now, but this is how I saw it that fine… Continue reading An old idea from a summer daydream…
Sincerely, a bookworm. 