Three years ago, I started writing a book that was a germ of an idea in my head. The first draft wrote itself practically. It was a skinny book at less than 150 pages. All my research said novels need to be over 200 pages. So, I went back, added backstory, expanded on some sections…
She sat in the window seat watching the countryside fly by. It wasn’t yet winter but the window fogged up with her breath as she leaned closer to get a better view. The exchange on WhatsApp was playing on her mind. “Hey! Am in town this week. Meant to message you before I left… Any…
Is everything what it seems like?
This is my entry to Day Eighteen of Writing 101 at The Daily Post. Today’s prompt: write this story in first person, told by the twelve-year-old sitting on the stoop across the street. The neighbourhood has seen better days, but Mrs. Pauley has lived there since before anyone can remember. She raised a family of…
He breezed in one Monday morning looking dapper in his business casual. I sat at my desk watching his head bob up and down in the cubicle next to mine. Even before I could turn away, his eyes caught mine and he smiled. I bent down as color crept up my face and busied myself…
“Funny how fate plays its hand” She says wistfully looking at water lapping along the edge in front of her. She and I are sitting on the patio of the food court in campus. “I once thought my future lay here.” The air around us is pregnant with words unsaid. My mind flashes back a good…
