I recently took a writing workshop on "beginnings" and I thought I'd share the outcome of one of the writing exercises we did. We were given a list of opening sentences, which were taken from numerous novels, and were asked to continue the story. Mine is my usual action-packed dark story, which could possibly be turned into … Continue reading They Shoot The White Girl First.
Carefully, she peaked over the edge of the leaves. The rusty red of the car seemed to shimmer as the sunlight reflected off of it. She smiled to herself, her eyes slowly scanning her surroundings. This was the place. She remembered it so well. Deciding that there was no one to hide from, she pushed … Continue reading The Perfect Spot
She hated this part of the woods. It was cold and mucky, and the trees seemed to close in around her from all sides. Still, she kept moving, her bare feet finding the spots along the path that were dry. Looking behind her, she couldn’t see him anymore. She wanted to breathe a sigh of … Continue reading Running
She stopped the car and looked around. “Shit,” she said, hitting the steering wheel. How had she landed in the middle of nowhere? This was literally a swamp. “Where are we going, mommy?” her four-year-old chirped from the back seat. She sighed. “It’s a surprise,” she said, trying not to let a despairing laugh take … Continue reading Swamped
She looked down at the food and wine, and suddenly felt sick. He had wanted to talk to her, that’s all he had said. Excited, she had gone grocery shopping, twirling through the room as though she was getting married. Well, that’s exactly what she was hoping was going to happen. She thought he wanted … Continue reading Appreciating the Wine
Though the tunnel appeared well-lit and recently built, he hated driving his car through it. It was something he had never grown accustomed to. The narrowness of the place had him on edge. Turning up the radio, he tried to fill the space with music, but he could still feel the walls looming over and … Continue reading Trapped in a Tunnel
She hated this part of the path. The branches caved in above her head, as though pushing her down. She pulled her hood closer around her head, as the fog grew denser. She cursed herself inside. She should never have decided to take the walk through the forest. Should have taken the path along the … Continue reading Late