Aspiring YA / romance writer, blogger, amateur artist, part time pharmacist, a mother of two, a wife, and an arrogant but pathetic piece of human work.
Aspiring YA / romance writer, blogger, amateur artist, part time pharmacist, a mother of two, a wife, and an arrogant but pathetic piece of human work.
“I think we should see other people,” Olivia says. The crack of thunder in the distance is less shocking than her statement.
“See other people?” I scoff. April Fool’s day is way past now, she can’t be serious. “That’s not funny, Olly.”
“I am.”
“What?”
“Seeing other people.” Her eyes blink away, and a clear drop falls down her right cheek. Not a tear though, just nature’s condensation. “You should ...
The whistle blows. Here goes another face off. I bend my knees, eyes on the ref’s hand waiting for the biscuit to drop. But for some reason, I can’t keep my focus.
She’s on the sideline watching, I know she is. But who knows if she’s here to see me or Mark? None of this matters now, because we are over. Over. And I was the one who ended it, remember, asshole? She was never mine to start with anyw...
A dash of vanilla,
A yolk of an egg.
A cup of flour,
A stick of butter.
A handful of chocolate chips,
Make a batch of yummy dough.
After ten minutes,
It smells Devine.
In the kitchen,
I take a bite.
Damn it, I say,
For someone switched sugar for salt.
Happy April fools,
Now it’s your turn to take a bite....
I’m a fellow writer. I write for fun, like a hobby of some sort. Lately this new year new me thing had me started with a new goal. I want to write a book.
How hard can it be? I smirk to my reflection in the mirror. I’ve read some bad books out there, and if they can publish, I can. Right? Wrong!
10,000 words later, my characters lash out.
“You need a more compelling goal for me!”
“Why would I...
What is the difference?
I have to google.
But after reading and analyzing,
It’s the same difference, I mumble
Humans create different words for the same thing,
Arms in the air I toss,
Overthinking is a true crime,
We’re being punished for our brilliant minds.
Then the baby kicks in my belly,
Out I burst a giggle,
This is happiness, I exclaim
For the best feeling not everyone can experience.
But...
His face is still covered in flour, I feel bad.
But not really, because he smeared icing all over mine.
I guess he’s kind of good looking.
Who am I kidding, he’s gorgeous.
God he just glanced at me
Do I still have icing on my face?
I’m pretty sure everything’s clean, but he keeps staring.
Cake’s in the oven, I wonder how it’s baking.
He’s still looking at me, what the hell?
“Is there still stuff o...
“This is the pharmacy, how can I help you?” I say, as I roll my eyes. Our phone etiquette training session last month had us all trained to answer phone calls like we are the best customer service ever, even better than those gibbering Indian people who you can’t understand but feel bad to hang up on because they sound so happy.
On the other side of the phone, a nurse taps her pen, or what I woul...
“Do you know who that is?!” Allison squeals at Lauren, “I can’t believe Eason Elden is here! In our hospital! And I will be taking care of him!”
Lauren rolls her eyes back at Allison. “Yeah, okay. Since you are so excited about this celebrity, how about you go change his catheter and measure his urine output.” All she wants to do is give report and get out of here. She has been working all night,...
I am but a puzzle,
A portrait scattered in a pile.
With 9999 bits of frustrations,
Only to find the last piece was missing.
The last piece,
Might it be my ego.
Because I never admitted,
That you were right.
The last piece,
Might it be my insecurity,
Because I never trusted.
That you were faithful.
The last piece,
Might it by my melancholy.
Because I never belonged,
That world you welcomed me to...