"You've been flirting with me since the day we met." Nora shook her head to refute his claim, but he ignored her and pressed on. "I know you want me. That night we all got together and …
Month: April 2017
Carve Out Your Talent
Get out there! Create yourself. Find your rebirth. Carve out your talent. Through the blood, sweat, and tears, you will find your success.
Just a Little Crazy in the Depths of my Own Mind
There is a man at Starbucks, tall and well built, with a dark wealth of hair cropped about two inches from the scalp, covered in a dusting of silvery gray. His sullen mouth is hidden by a …
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Writing Demons
I have this nasty little creature that rides on my shoulder. He’s no taller than a liter of coke, with wicked fangs, orange eyes, and fingers that end in razor sharp talons. Many people have similar beasts …
Loudhailer
She wore lipstick, bright, like a ripe cherry. Her leg bounced as she flicked her toe back and forth. His eyes traced the line of that restless limb as it disappeared under the hem of her dress, …
To Mask Her Tears
“You know you want it baby.” She didn’t want it, but somehow those words ensnared her. Would others believe that she wanted it, despite her protestations? Would they think she made up the pain? Would they doubt …
Finding Your Place With Author Krysten Lindsay Hager
Author Krysten Lindsay Hager’s recently released novel, Dating the It Guy, is making the rounds. The YA contemporary romance speaks to themes we all can relate to: mastering our insecurities and self-esteem to find a place or …
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How to Write a Novel & Hold Down a Demanding Job
Guest Post by Caroline Elvin, Author & Freelance Writer It’s no easy feat to write a novel, but doing it whilst holding down a full-time job can be a whole separate challenge in itself. Whilst writing my …
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The Stars are Like Dust
The stars are like dust Scattered behind clouds In a raging wind A violent storm Like the brittle branch I have broken at the thin point But still I cling Still I hang I have a bell …
Tibetan Lemonade 