Glistening with sweat, Stephanie shook her mane of thick blonde hair back and forth in time with the music. As she parted overinflated glossy lips, a flawless veneered smile flashed at the man across from her. He moved in, sliding his hands around her slim waist, whispering loudly into her ear against the noise of … Continue reading The Red Ribbon (rough draft)
Light streaming through an opening in the curtain disturbs my slumber. I crack one eye halfway open. Closing it again, I slowly lift my head. Momentarily, I open both eyes half way. Stretching my upper body into an upward arch, after a pause, I immediately lay back down, allowing one arm to dangle off the … Continue reading Pagona
Lost in Translation
Veronica was a very cool chick. She managed to make juggling a high-pressure PR job in cosmetics alongside a packed social life look effortless. Her jet-black hair was always perfectly cropped with a fringe of bangs that grazed her kohl rimmed hazel eyes. She was into music, and going to see bands play was her … Continue reading Lost in Translation
Isle of Women
Ross was an internationally renowned nature photographer and world traveler. Well into his 70’s, he was a strikingly handsome man with thick silver curly hair that cascaded into a long mane, framing his deeply tanned and weathered face. Flecks of crystal blue and green danced in his eyes. It was as though all of the … Continue reading Isle of Women
Late September. Perfect riding weather. The piercing cry of a low flying crow, underscored with a chorus of dry leaves rustling in the wind, roused Dennis from his deep slumber. Eyes closed, he smiled, deeply inhaling the crisp early morning air. With fall swiftly approaching, there wouldn't be many more days like this. Opportunities to get … Continue reading Suburban Cowboy
Goldie and Olive
The temperature dropped as the sun began to set. On the tip top of the highest branch sat Goldie, a petite, slim, bright yellow and black goldfinch. This particular spot was his favorite place to perch when making important calls. He sang out at the top of his tiny lungs. His song was on repeat … Continue reading Goldie and Olive
Her inner dialogue vacilated back and forth between "present moment mantras", and pleading with the universe to set her free. She liked to say that she was waiting for her alien to come and take her away from this place called earth.
It’s A Wash
It’s A Wash
The interior of her car was a virtual trash bin. Empty coffee cups, crumpled receipts, and dry leaves littered the floor. Dog fur was embedded in the passenger seat. The dashboard was covered with dust, and the steering wheel felt sticky. No more procrastination. It was time to get a car wash. The same must … Continue reading It’s A Wash
Kept – Narration
Liquidation – Narration
It was late afternoon, and a gentle humid breeze wafted across the empty parking lot. Jenny and her sister Selena raced their hot pink plastic rolling suitcases towards room number 17. Selena, being the smaller of the twins, had to use both hands to lug her shiny case up onto the curb. Jenny screamed with … Continue reading Soul-Tell
A STILL SHOT FILLS THE TV SCREEN. UPON CLOSER INSPECTION, IT’S EASY TO IDENTIFY A ROCK LEDGE ON A CLIFF. THE LOUD CRASH OF A WAVE FROM BELOW, AND SLOW MOVEMENT OF A CLOUD, REVEAL THAT THIS IS A LIVE CAM. A SEAGULL SOARS DOWN AND MAKES AN AWKWARD LANDING ON THE UNEVEN SURFACE. SHE … Continue reading Puffin Love
Trader Joe’s Gigolo – Narration
Narration of one of my short stories, using GarageBand. (images are not mine - they are simply "place holders" until I create my own) I'd love to hear your feedback! xo
The Clog – Narration
Not in the mood to read? Here's an "Audio-Visual" story I'm working on. Images are "placeholders", but the story, voiceover, and effects are mine.
A kiss is just a kiss
"You must remember this, a kiss is just a kiss..." Do you remember your first kiss? I do. I was about 12, and it happened under the stairs in middle school. It was very awkward and involved braces, bumping eye glasses and noses. First Kiss. French Kiss Kiss of Death. Kiss Goodbye.
She preferred fantasy to reality. The modern world bored her to tears. Marguerite was a Parisian girl at heart. Growing up in a run down midwestern town, she had always gravitated to all things French. She'd spent hours and hours at the local library, devouring French culture, history and fashion. At thirteen, she began styling … Continue reading Divine Inspiration
You might call this entry a “Fantasy”, but I like to call it a “Feel Good” story. Either way, it’s a mini escape, and perhaps a bit of “food for thought”. Enjoy, xxoo. They had always had access; access was easy. It had been a not-so-secret secret for decades. The tunnels were intricate, yet direct. … Continue reading The Clog
I had forgotten about the DNA test for so many years, that by the time my nephew contacted me wanting to know the details for a paper he was working on, the password needed to be retrieved. After a few frustrating attempts, and denied access, magically the page opened, and a full inbox stared at me. … Continue reading Va Via!