The gold flecks in Kyah’s eyes catch the mid morning light filtering through the south facing windows of her room. Batting away the mornings rest, Kyah lays on her bed, the soft satin sheet rising and falling with the intentional breaths. Slow, exaggerated inhales are met with brief pauses, and followed by course exhales that crescendo in a note reminiscent of birds far to the north.

After exac...

Sitting on a stool behind the kitchen bar, Justin stared at the door, waiting and hoping for his father to return. He knew he wouldn't, but he always waited anyway. After a few minutes, Justin got off the stool and headed upstairs to get dressed.

"Waiting waiting waiting." Justin sighed to himself as he pulled his shirt over his head.

Once he was finished, he headed back downstairs and sat on th...

Shaving

Saving

Awaiting

Wondering

Smiling

Filing

Styling

Trying

Posing

Composing

Dozing

Ignoring

Tessa🦋...

As I dive into writing the scene that precedes the opening scene of "The Mirror Maiden," I am transported to the realm of imagination, where the boundaries between reality and fiction blur.

For me, the beginning of Aurora's story was not where the book begins, but somewhere entirely different, a moment of great significance that set the stage for the extraordinary events that would follow. It wa...

Elodie sat away typing at her computer, scratching notes about what ideas come to her as her writing flows. She yawns loudly shaking her head to wake herself back up. She must stay awake and finish this chapter, she’s so close to being half way through her planned length of the novel. The characters come to life in her mind, their interactions flowing seamlessly out of her hands. Her eyes blink cl...

“You okay, son?” The policeman driving looked at him in the mirror, and he saw the policewoman in the passenger seat turn to look at him. They didn’t smile. There was nothing here to smile about.

Brady clutched the small bag he held on his lap and nodded. He didn’t know what to say. What could he say? These two people had roused him at the motel and Mrs. Hawkins, kind Mrs. Hawkins was crying and...

Fresh as a newly washed linen sheet, Saturn’s moon displayed its white unsullied surface to her. Enceladus, Myrtle was entranced. Her heart beat faster and she turned to her son Django to see his reaction. The nine year old was asleep. In his relaxed features you could see the baby in his face. Myrtle was tempted to brush the hair from his forehead but stopped herself. She returned to the shuttle...