“Where’s Mom?” Chelsey asked Gideon. “She’s not going to be joining us.” “How come?” “She isn’t feeling well.” “Oh.” She couldn’t help wondering if her mother really wasn’t feeling well or if she just didn’t want to go to the matinee show for Les Misérables at the Sondheim Theatre. Afterwards, they were going to have… Read More Books, The Theatre, Prison & Dinner
He was a happily married man, a devoted husband and a proud father of two very lovely daughters until he met her…She was his Lolita, although she wasn’t a prepubescent girl like the character in the novel. However, he was old enough to be her father. In fact, she was the same age as Meghan,… Read More Lizbeth
Gerhardt had just returned from a walk on the moors and was outside on the porch when Alexandra stepped out. He was pleasantly surprised to see her. “Hello,” he said. “Hello. Nice dog. He’s sitting so still that I thought he was a work of art. What’s his name?” “Cinder.” “Cinder?” “It was Helena’s idea.… Read More A Tour and Lunch
After reading the novel, Rebecca, I’ve always imagined meeting a handsome widower like Maxim de Winter who would sweep me off my feet. Then, I’d chide myself for having such foolish thoughts. I gaze across the river at the Statue of Liberty. I was 9 when my family and I came to America from Liberia. … Read More Wishful Thinking
Nicknamed Virginia Werewoofe by one critic because of her use of demons and ghosts, uncanny fiction writer, housewife and breadwinner, Shirley Jackson earned the reputation of master of the horror tale after her famous novel, The Lottery was published. 39 Words This was written for the Weekend Writing Prompt by Sammi Cox. For instructions, click Here.… Read More Dark Tales
Clive was very amiable to Charlotte. After a tour of the grounds, they went joined their parents in the drawing-room until dinner was ready. He escorted her and held the chair out for her to sit before sitting beside her. He could sense his mother watching them and ignored her. After dinner, while their parents… Read More The Family Dinner
It’s a lovely spring day and I’m lying in an meadow, daydreaming about Sylas Nguyen. Next to me is the novel, Feverish Fiascos, a titillating story set in the Victorian time about a handsome charlatan and his sexcapades with all sorts of women, mostly rich and lonely ones. These encounters always had disastrous consequences. Normally… Read More Kayla Meets Sylas
“Thank you all for joining Eleanor and me for this momentous occasion.” James stood there, his chest swelling with pride. “What are we celebrating?” Hillary asked. “I won the Liebster Award,” Eleanor gushed, her face flushed with excitement and joy. “Sorry, what award did you say?” Harry asked, looking positively perplexed. “The Liebster award,” James… Read More Hillary Skips Dessert
“I just finished reading, Raindrops Never Lie.” “And what did you think of it?” “I loved it. I couldn’t put it down. It’s your best novel.” “That’s what you said about Shadow Monsters.” “I love Shadow Monsters. It was your first novel. It’s still one of my favorites. But, Raindrops Never Lie is my number… Read More The Writer’s Muse
You’re a figment of my imagination and yet I can’t stop thinking about you. You’re my dream man. You with your long, flowing hair as black as a raven, your strong handsome features with the square jaw and incredible eyes that make my knees go weak everything you look at me. I stare at the… Read More Dream Man
Notes to Women 