She stared at her reflection in the mirror. It felt silly to smile at your own reflection, but the person who greeted her in the mirror wasn't the person she knew. She looked so very, very different. Almost other worldly. But, the outfit is missing something. It's too formal. It's too sombre. It's a little too demure. She needed something to give the outfit...
What do you do when you want more variety in your cooking? Some people go to a culinary school, but some go elsewhere for help. Many thanks to sintax for the suggestion. * She sat at her table, eating her usual fare and wondering what else is there to food. Three times a day, the same thing. All day long, the same thing with no variation. There's got to be...
I left for work this morning before the sun was up since I had a major deadline to complete at the office. My boss had agreed that as long as the finished file is on his desk by then end of today, he will consider my request to work fewer hours so I can spend more time at home with my young bride and our young baby. He was reluctant to accede to my request b...
Damon listened to her slow, rhythmic breathing and thought she was asleep. "Hey," Damon whispered in a low tone, then again just a bit louder. Assensing her confirmed Mara was sleeping. Damon called to one of his spirits. When a large part of one's life revolves around dusk and dawn, one gets attuned to it and dawn was nearing. Damon thought about the reque...
Amber sat in her mustang in front of the Never place watching the clock. Nearly 11:30. She could drive home, go to bed, forget all about August. Well, no. She could never forget all about August. No matter what. She wore the flowered dress and red sweater she had worn the first time they had come together. To make a new start, she thought, that's what this...
Note to Reader: Batool Naifeh, otherwise known as the Devil's Whore, is a woman of stark contradictions. Her name, Batool, which means Ascetic Virgin or someone who withdraws from worldly pleasures in pursuit of spiritualism, is reflective of her strict Kuwaiti Salafist Muslim family, whose values she still holds dear. She is not a 'rebel' and is a woman who...
"He was crying Luis, he is scared." She looked at the lifeless form sitting over the roof as he looked down at the nightlife that went on under them like traffic of cattle being herded into the building they were above. She looked down without anything else to say. A glimmer of anger showing in her tone as she took a step forward and then called out once mor...
A streak of blue ripped open the sky; a crack of thunder shook the ground, as Cammie made her way thought the tangle of weeds that used to be a front walk. She glanced down at her watch in the next flash of lightning. "DAMN IT! It's after midnight already!" She stooped to untangle her heel, "I hope there is electricity." As she stood, the sky opened up and...
When the story of Psycho went from Robert Bloch's novel to Alfred Hitchcock's 1960 movie, significant and cinematically effective revisions were made. In this writer's opinion, some of these changes were adaptations from the Richard Fleischer movie Compulsion released the previous year. Real life people and events inspired the novels of both Psycho and Comp...
Yellow Brick Road "Come on!" Rosie urged urgently. "Follow me. And watch my back!" I watched her back eagerly, curious what she would do in this somewhat populated area. We were in an old-timey district with narrow streets lined closely with buildings on either side, the streets themselves made of bricks or cobblestones, but I paid little mind to our surro...