Another gem by Jodi Jensen
Abby stood on her
tiptoes and craned her neck to see through the cluster of soldiers riding down
the escalator. “Lance!” She jumped up and down, waving her arms the second she
spotted his face. She wanted to get closer, but the waiting area was packed with
the families of the other soldiers.
eyes met hers and he grinned as he hoisted his bag higher on his shoulder.
stepped back, out of the crowd, and let him come to her. It’d been a year since
they’d seen each other, but he hadn’t changed a bit. She, on the other hand,
was sporting a drastically different haircut, short and spiked, a new tattoo
with their son’s name and a leaner body as the last of her baby weight had been
worked off with her daily jogs.
face lit up as he emerged from the crowd. He dropped his…
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Once upon a bumpy road, there was a van swallowed by darkness. For thirty miles, there was nothing but trees; old trees, big trees, and leaves falling on the windshield like rain. This drive home from work was not new to Tiffany. The excursion in the dead of night, in the middle of wherever, did not scare her. She’d even adapted to the haunting of her family; the faint cries from her child in the backseat, the heavy breathing of her husband next to her, even the huffing of their dog. It’d been two years since that car accident and she was just coming out of her shell, mentally. Read More
a melancholy song
outside my window
a bird sang a melancholy song
of infinite beauty and endless love
her lyrics resonated
like a gentle percussion of bubbles
popping in the recesses of my bones
she serenaded me
you will never see the stars
if you fail to peer
into the galaxies of her eyes
why wander the world
when you haven’t ridden a gondola
to the frontiers of her soul
the bird sang of orange sunsets
and skies forever blue
her song reminded me
there can be no true happiness
if I have everything
except for you
The last of his cattle died this morning. Food would be gone by the end of the week. No money. No transportation. Times were tough. Hell, times were shit.
The last bit of milk fed the baby, she’d been hollering all morning. It was almost like the death of the cow affected her in some way. The milk put her to sleep and eased his rising stress levels, but as Anthony went to put her down, the front door swung open and his eldest daughter came rushing in, her head covered in sweat, poor girl’s face full of fear. “Daddy!” she screamed. Read More
If you hadn’t guessed by now, I love me some top 10 lists. Outside of friends and family, I rank everything. And the latest addition will be fantasy creatures/monsters.
IMO, if you are a sci-fi/fantasy writer (which I am), you must have some knowledge on mythical beings. If you don’t, get to it! 🙂 Remember, I said “IMO” Read More
I’ve made a bajillion self-deprecating jokes about how I can’t be contained, about how poor my self control is, about how much money I spend on books, and … all of that is true.
I began the year off with a new rule: for every 5 books I read, I could buy a new one, and it worked relatively well for, um… a month and a half? So not very well at all.
I told my best friend about it, and she backed me up, and asked: how are you going to keep yourself accountable? And I glibly replied, “I’ll be accountable to you!” and then proceeded to hide my book purchases from her and justify myself every time I broke my promise. It just seems that banning myself and restricting myself just really does not work.
Now, I really ought not to have been buying books during January and…
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