A secret will do one of two things to its keeper; it will either destroy them in the process of keeping it, or it will become something new; no longer a secret but a lie turned into a truth. She knew that if she kept this secret, it would destroy her. So she did what …
“Are we doing this?” “I don’t know, are we?” She grabbed his coat and pulled him towards her, fitting herself against him as he lowered his mouth onto hers. It was the answer to the question and they began to move towards the bedroom. Clothes shed in piles on the staircase, in the hallway. She …
Hate when I start a post early and by the time I get back to it I don’t feel the same so I scrap it. I know this girl. Let’s call her Lillith. She’s stuck in this god-awful situation. She just wants to get away from the fuckers she’s with, but she keeps getting ropes …
Another quick fiction friday. Not happy with it, but I don’t edit my fiction here, so it is what it is. They unloaded their gear while a gentle snow fell. She was thankful for the added layer she had thrown on before they’d left, and that they’d packed extra blankets too. They hadn’t really talked …
A short fiction for your Friday. The road to the campground wound through several miles of dense ponderosa and aspens. Fall was firmly set and the first dusting of winter snow billowed in the wake of the old pickup as it made its way up the hill, chugging faithfully along despite its age and need …
If you make your opponent cry midsentence. Our poor heroine. She’s been in stasis for weeks. I’ve got a scene plotted out. There’s a church and she’s tending the small garden behind the rectory. She’s not religious, but she is an avid gardener. Our hero finds her there. He suspects she’s alone, and he has …
In a dark corner, he stole her. Wrapped his arms around her and pulled her into a circle of warmth she had forgotten could exist. It wasn’t better or worse. It was just them and she wasn’t sure how long she could stay in his arms and not completely fall. For him it was too …
He came up behind her while she stood at the stove, slipped his arms around her waist. He’d touched her before; a hand on her back as she entered a room or helping her from the car. This was different. He was claiming the space between them. She turned to face him and his arms …
A first kiss. Sunshine on fresh snow. Letters in the sand. The feel of grass between toes. Standing chest to chest. Cheek to cheek. Pressing lips on lips and inhaling each other. Perfect skipping stones. A gentle breeze. Autumn leaves crunching beneath feet. The touch of a hand. The feel of skin on skin. A …
Maybe the door had always been open and he just hasn’t been paying attention. She’d offered to make breakfast, so she’d probably comeBrown earlier and gotten started and then realized they were out of something snd had gone out to get it. He shot her a text and let her know to grab orange juice …
Bountiful Words, Beautiful World 