The Gold Hole in the Green Sea

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

The Table

A quick little something I had to flush from my brain. This was a fun write. 🙂

“The Table”

“This was a bad idea.” He finished buttoning his shirt as he walked up to the door; hand in hand with his girl. 

“You think,” she said, fixing her hair and pulling down her dress.

“Well, it was already a stressful day. Then, you hit me with this. I needed a release.”

“Are you satisfied?”

“Yeah. But—I don’t know. We smell like sex now. Think he’ll notice?”

“Probably.”  Read More

Soundtracks for writing

Almost like coffee, music is a must when I’m writing (well, for me it is). Mood Music! It could be calming music or EPIC!, but no matter what I’m writing or how I’m feeling, one thing’s for sure is my writing music has little-to-no lyrics. It’s about the music, the instruments, and my story is the lyrics. Cheesy, no? And I’m a creature of habit, I find something/someone I like, I stick with it. So, one or two of these composers will make an appearance on this list more than once. Read More

Bait

The new house brought a smile to her face. A mien that had been drowning in sorrow for months. Eyes that were more wet than dry. A walk that was more drag than swag. But, Alicia had reason to smile now. This new house—not even a house, a cabin, a dream-place, a beautiful wooden structure lost in the country. Not another neighbor for miles. The new cabin played a big part in her happiness, yeah, but this transformation into positivity jumpstarted the moment she left the city. The very place that killed her son. And now all she had left was her husband and five-year-old daughter.
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