09 Tuesday Apr 2013
Posted in 79-Word Story, Supernatural Fiction, Writing
Take Her Out
I loved my mother.
The good times were a reminder.
Had it not been for her black pearl earrings, I wouldn’t have recognized her decayed face and body.
I took my aim.
This would set her free. She had place in heaven, not hell.
She called to me.
“Jade.”
“You’re not my mother.” I whispered.
“Jade, let me in.”
“You’re not my mother!”
I closed my eyes then pulled the trigger.
Her death was justified.
09 Tuesday Apr 2013
Posted in 79-Word Story, Coffee Talks, Life, Writing
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Coffee Talk #1
“What if Eve didn’t eat the apple?” Her question left me clinging to my last bite of French toast. “I’m serious. If that woman didn’t listen to a snake, women would never knew the pain of childbirth.” I nodded. “What if Adam bit the apple first?” I shrugged as I finished my breakfast.
“How would God punish man then?” I quizzed.
“Painful orgasms.” She grinned. Suddenly the image of Matt crying during sex delighted me.
09 Tuesday Apr 2013
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Facade
After the stage lights dim, the concert hall empties and the paparazzi turns in; Camille climbs onto her bus.
Her cellphone is buzzing and her manager is whining.
She escapes to her bathroom and stares at her reflection.
The film of makeup tells a twisted tale of fame and vanity.
Perfect eyebrows, contoured cheekbones, pink lips and a lace front wig.
This was not the life she envisioned.
But how could she turn back now?
09 Tuesday Apr 2013
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The Shark Tank
Naomi stepped into the boardroom; every seat was filled with tailored suits and monochromatic silk ties.
Aside from general throat clearing and paper shuffling, the room was laced with tension and twisted faces.
She took her place at the head of the table, set her briefcase down then stared down the table.
“Gentlemen.” She beamed. “Today is the day that this fragile guppy leads you stubborn sharks. You ready? Let’s get down to business.”
09 Tuesday Apr 2013
Posted in 79-Word Story, Supernatural Fiction, Writing
An Unfamiliar Wake
I was drowning.
My lungs were tight, my throat on fire and my body numb.
No water surrounded me but an icy film covered me.
If this was death, this wasn’t hell.
When the numbness faded, I stood up and looked to the evening sky. It was the richest blue I had ever seen.
Blue velveteen indeed.
Even the moon came to life. It graciously welcomed me.
If this was death, maybe this was heaven
08 Monday Apr 2013
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The Domestic Insomniac
I was supposed to be in bed four hours ago. Instead, I was basking in the blue light of my computer. To my left, he was sound asleep, omitting the dinner table bickering, bedtime fits and drag out, no holds bar whining sessions that were scattered throughout the day.
With a deadline to meet, life wasn’t allowing me opportunity. The screen taunted me, my fingers grazed the keys.
What I wouldn’t give for a break.
03 Wednesday Apr 2013
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Right Brained
I dream in color.
Collages and vivid paints.
If only you knew.
03 Wednesday Apr 2013
Posted in 79-Word Story, Supernatural Fiction, Writing
Blood”s Captive
His confession of love delivered an electric shock to my system which was followed by a passionate kiss.
When forced his tongue into my mouth, I could taste his blood. I struggled to pull away but he sealed me in his arms.
A vicious dance broke out as I attempted to free myself and with his blood pooling in my mouth.
Overwhelmed by his force, there was no turning back.
I absorbed his sweet life.
02 Tuesday Apr 2013
Posted in 79-Word Story, Poetry, Writing
02 Tuesday Apr 2013
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Obscure Vanity
Madame clutched her apple martini and watched over the buoyant city.
“In one hour, this will all be gone.” After a long sip, she continued. “I couldn’t let him get away that easy.” I sighed while she finished off the glass then turned to me. Blood drenched and sullen, she forced a smile.
“I think lethal injection will preserve my looks, don’t you think Collin?”
I bowed before meeting her beautifully soft gaze, “Or course, Madame.”
