A smile tugged at her lips as she took a step closer. “This is adorable,” she said, her voice hushed. It was their one-year anniversary. She hadn’t thought he’d even remember. She took another step closer, the field of flowers spreading out in front of her. It was one of a kind. “Just for you,” … Continue reading Anniversary
“I can’t believe we’re finally twenty-one,” she said softly. I shook my head mutely. It had been a long wait. I looked over at her, about to smile at her, but something caught my eye. Her face was caught in the flame of her sparkler. She looked mesmerized. “Mia?” She stared at the flame for … Continue reading Playing With Fire
He bent down on the wooden planks, his old bones creaking as he leaned towards the shoes. The material was a faded grey, washed far too many times. He remembered wanting to throw them out. He almost had, he remembered smiling. But then she’d begged him. Pleaded with her wide emerald green eyes that he … Continue reading Gone
She could only see the soft glow of the lantern ahead of her. It was disquieting. She’d always loved the darkness, but tonight it felt unsettling. Fear of the dark was one of the most widespread fears, she remembered reading once. As she hurriedly moved along the street, her hoodie pulled tightly around her body, … Continue reading Darkness
"I get sad every time I hear a person say 'I don't read.' It's like saying 'I don't learn,' or 'I don't laugh,' or 'I don't live.'" -Alafair Burke
"Good writers know that crime is an entre into telling a greater story about character. Good crime writing holds up a mirror to the readers and reflects in a darker light the world in which they live." -Karin Slaughter
The bench he decided to sit on was wet with rain, but he didn’t really care. It had stopped raining an hour ago, but even that didn’t really register with him. He felt totally isolated, as though cut off from the world. Staring at the puddles on the ground, he felt the world keep spinning … Continue reading Through the Puddle
I watched the hand curl around the door, the long fingernails digging into the wood. In the shadowy moonlight, I could see the knuckles turning white. The door creaked. It was standing half ajar, but I was sitting in the dark, hidden away from the outside. All I could see was the door. The door … Continue reading Forgiveness
"You see something, then it clicks with something else, and it will make a story. But you never know when it's going to happen." -Stephen King
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
