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TotallyTawn Vol 2

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Creepypasta #1

I pulled the comforter up over my ear, snuggling down into the bed, consolidating whatever warmth could be found. It was well past midnight, but I couldn't seem to get settled. My thighs ached from trying out my new bicycle this afternoon, and my body tottered between too hot and too cold no matter whether …

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So what now?

Anyone else now in their 50s, but still have no clue what they want to do with their life? Don’t get me wrong. I’ve done some cool things in my life: Flown a jet at 45,000 feet while viewing the Northern Lights. Written four published novels (so far). Narrated five audiobooks (and counting). Started and …

Watch Me Soar

Kneeling stiffly, I eased the fabric from the wooden chest secured to the foot of my bunk. Soft cream striped over gold slink. I stood almost without realizing it, feeling the corners of my lips curve up as my eyes softened, drinking in the dress as I held it out before me. "You remember how …

TotallyTawn Volume 1

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Writing Practice #1

Disclaimer: I am drunk.  Any grammatical or typographical or uh, logistical errors are due to my inability to hire an editor on such short notice and the irrefutable fact that I am currently drunk. Author’s Note: My homesnakes! I wrote 714 words!  I’m on FIRE!!!  Please check back for news of this woman’s return to …

An interview with Yertle, Former King of all Sala-ma-Sond

Following the dethroning of King Yertle, the residents of the pond returned to their idyllic life, unaware of how much things would change once their new king, Mack, was coronated.  It seems that while King Mack's aspirations were not as lofty as those of the previous ruler, he nevertheless had plans for the pond-dom that …

Repeat! (a microstory)

"Did you hear that?" I whispered, my eyes drinking in the darkness surrounding the car. He stopped kissing my neck long enough to mumble a distracted "No" before returning his attention to my skin. Thump. "There it is again!" I crowed and then quickly lowered my voice, not wanting to alert whatever had made the …

Imprisoned: A Micro Story

In an effort to up my game and get back in the swing of things, I've decided to write an occasional micro-story from a roll of the Story Cube dice. This is one such exercise. Story Cubes: Hand or palm, Tower, Apple, Alien, Lightbulb, the letter L, Fountain, Moon, Flower   She sighed and rested …