Part 2 The castle was in an uproar preparing for the crowning ceremony for the eldest prince. After years of putting off this important occasion, the eldest Prince Johannes finally agreed to take his rightful place as the official heir of the Rabenreich. “I hate all this pomp and circumstance.” Johannes complained to his mother … Continue reading The Curse of 13: a 12 princes retelling part 2
In a quiet little town-close enough to the coast to look for seaglass in summer. Is a cozy little house-close enough to the woods to watch the leaves change in fall. With a few good neighbors-close enough to share baked goods and gossip in winter. Who sit around a fire-close enough to imagine the warmth … Continue reading A Close Life
We need Quiet Time. As a society, we hate silence. We play music in the background of coffee shops and grocery stores. We fill "awkward silences" with small talk and mindless chatter. We even go so far as to say that quiet people "have no personality", or regard them with suspicion because "it's always the … Continue reading Silence Is the Gift of Being: Learning to Love the Quiet
Part 1: The Queen was pregnant again. It had been several years since the youngest prince had been born, and the Queen was in her 43rd year of life, so the news of a 13th child was a surprise to the royal family and the kingdom. “Wouldn’t it be wonderful to have a princess this … Continue reading The Curse of 13: A 12 Brothers Retelling- part 1
My mind is a bowl of alphabet soup. A mess of mental health diagnoses- reach in and pull out a spoonful. Arrange the letters to guess the imbalance that keeps me in vertigo a single cooling blow and I dive into the bowl.
It's a book-shop kind of Sunday. Quiet chatter, and whirling grinders tickle my ears. The smell of coffee and books float through the air with each long, slow breathe. I camp out at a small table with a hot tea latte, a muffin, and my little laptop. The window to my right displays a cool … Continue reading Bookshop Sundays
Gray is the color of neutrality, nuance, and ambiguity. Maybe that's why so many people dislike it. People like clear-cut sides and answers; they crave the simplicity of black and white. Gray is more complicated than that. It blurs the lines with it's many shades. You could call it "indecisive", but I find it to … Continue reading Gray Represents Life
I have drafts and plots for stories I want to write. They sit in their queue, waiting for me to pick them up, dust them off, and finish them. I have dreams for fairy tales, speculative fiction, suspense, and romance, all half-written with a clear road-map- but I can't bring myself to take the final … Continue reading The Stayed Hand: when you can’t put your ideas to the page.
When I was 19 I went on a date. It was clear early to me early on that I wasn't interested in him romantically, and I made that clear. He said he understood and that he was okay with being friends. For the last 9 years he's been an occasional brunch buddy, conversation partner, and … Continue reading Persistence Isn’t the Key to My Heart: ending the friendzone to lover trope
Prompt: Write from the perspective of your car She's singing again: loudly and badly. She's hitting my stirring wheel to the beat of the music as it pounds through my speakers with a slight reverb. The sun streams through my window, and she moves my visor in a futile attempt to shade her eyes. Dust … Continue reading Road Time Bonding