Coffee Shop Magic

Myrtle stepped off the city bus and was careful not to trip over her cane. Her 86-year-old body was brittle and worn from a long but exciting life. Months of staying inside began to tear down her mental health. The four walls of her apartment only seemed to exasperate her loneliness for people. Her husband,... Continue Reading →

Welcome – Take A Tour

Thank you for stopping by my author website, where you will find a variety of fiction and poetry on my “Home” page. My fiction stories include fantasy worlds, suspense, intrigue, and paranormal/supernatural activity. However, beware of the paranormal because it might stop your heart—horror creeps into some of my short stories. I do hope you... Continue Reading →

Ghost Rumors

Julie sat in the back seat with her twelve-year-old brother, who annoyed her most of the time. Ten-year-old Julie swirled her stringy brown hair through her fingers and wished for curls. Today her parents, Ray and Sandy, were moving the family from Syracuse, New York to the small town of Moravia. Julie snapped at her... Continue Reading →

A Glass Music Box

What do people share when they come together? Perhaps it’s a glass of decadence Cheers What do people see when they stare at each other? Perhaps it’s their reflection. Spilling Gears grinding, windows steaming as they both climb into A Glass Music Box

Love – Purest Enigma

What path does love choose Does it choose only to exchange bodily fluids Can it be a simple gesture of thoughtfulness Perhaps it chooses to entwine itself around its lover’s soul Does love exist It’s not tangible You can’t pick it up It has no shape, and you can’t see it It doesn’t make a... Continue Reading →

Brushstrokes And Shadows

For Bree, the lifestyle in New York City is like a person hyperventilating—there is never a moment of silence or rest. Bree’s boss forced her to take the two weeks of vacation she had earned. All she had to do was figure out where she wanted to go. Bree coiled her shoulder-length brown curls into... Continue Reading →

On a bench of SOLACE

A loud slap across her jaw forced the woman back against the kitchen sink. The smell of jasmine perfume on her husband's shirt sent salty tears down her face. The wretched memory of the night before made her throat hurt from the lump that formed. Lying on the park bench, book in hand, let her... Continue Reading →

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