2020 – Will It Ever End?

Photo by Pixabay on Pexels.com

Finding My Voice

Let’s face it. 2020 has been a real bitch. Covid-19 took hold of the earth and shook it like a snow globe.

While we sat home, separated from the world, we all asked important questions about what truly matters.

I decided that I don’t need to pen a novel to embrace the passion I feel for writing. After months of not being able to write a word, I found a new passion – for short stories.

It takes time to find your voice as a writer. It also takes time to let go of an old dream to make room for a new one.

I have been creating new stories, finding new people and communities, and learning new skills.

My new dream is to have my short horror and sci-fi stories published. But don’t go too far, because I will still be posting new shorts here soon.

Here’s to 2021. May she be happier and healthier for us all!

Latest Posts

Bus Stop

Carl Travers arrived at work Friday morning at the Central City bus station. Travers had worked the 5:00 a.m. shift for 17 years. He had seen it all: people peeing in the garbage can, used condoms in the bus bay, hypodermic needles outside the reception door. So, it didn’t faze him – not one bit… Continue Reading →

The Retreat

Thursday 1:00 p.m. Out of the corner of her eye, Victoria could see Iris plodding down the hall, back to her desk outside Victoria’s office. She had inherited Iris a year ago, when she had taken over as the VP of Consumer Products at Yardley Foods. Victoria looked at her assistant and wondered if the… Continue Reading →

No Stone Unturned

Mark Franklin was fidgety as he sat in the jury deliberation room. They had been sequestered for 4 days now. No matter how much they discussed the case, it always came back to the same vote. 11-1, guilty. Mark was the 1, fighting against the tide. The windowless room was hot and stuffy. The fluorescent… Continue Reading →

The Apartment

Zoey felt the door slam inches from her face. She stood in the dim hallway, staring back at the dull gray door. Scratches and dents showed the years of abuse from tenants ramming furniture into it as they moved in, and then again on the way out. Zoey knew when she agreed to move in… Continue Reading →

Loading…

Something went wrong. Please refresh the page and/or try again.

Follow Me

Get new content delivered directly to your inbox.

Blog at WordPress.com.

Up ↑

%d bloggers like this: