Creative Writing

on…” Jessica said, an abundance of caution making her choose her words extra carefully. Like she thought some kind of monster was lying dormant inside of me. “I know how you feel.” I huffed and took a sip of my coffee.

Her lungs burned with each breath. Her heart wouldn’t stop pounding in her chest. Her fists ached; her muscles cried out from exhaustion.

Well, this isn’t the first time, but enough time has passed that it certainly feels like it. I haven’t updated this blog in quite a while, due to my focus on the novel I’ve been writing for the past few months and will be finished with by the end of …

As always, you can catch up on previous entries here. Enjoy! *          *          * Upon agreeing to accompany Cynthia wherever it was she needed to go, she immediately picked up her gun and quickly ascended the stairs to her room. I followed soon after. One of the great joys of …

It’s ba-aaaaaaack! If you’re new to this whole thing and want to get caught up to speed, check out the first four chapters here. Enjoy! *          *          * Time seemed to stand still then. Cynthia and I stood, motionless in each other’s arms, for what seemed like an eternity. …