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Photo Credit: pixabay.com It was called The Wail House. At the time, I didn’t understand the concept and had mistaken the Wail Room for the girl’s rest room. However, what I endured during my time on the throne was unusual but extraordinary. I would be lying if I didn’t say it was weird, and I… Continue reading The Wail House
Photo Credit: tookapic at Pixabay.com “Drive safe,” the salesman said as I grabbed the keys from his outstretched hand and turned to open the driver’s side door of the white sedan. The warm breeze wafted out of the vehicle as I slid onto the gray leather while gliding the key into the ignition. The car’s… Continue reading It Was A Bad Day
The sun kissed her skin as a cool breeze brushed the hair off her shoulders. Anna pulled her sweater close to her as she walked along the trail, oblivious to the birds chirping overhead or the squirrels darting from tree to tree eager to stash their goods. She was cooped up indoors for far too long, and the exercise was doing her some good. At least, that was what she kept telling herself. Frankly, she just wanted to go back home to her comfortable chair, with a cozy blanket and a warm cup of tea... CLICK TO READ MORE!
She came to know him as David. Serena had never seen a man like him before. She was a mermaid cursed to the sea, and he was a human destined for the shore. It was easy to live out her curse when men were lying, cheating thieves and deserved their watery graves. However, the moment she set eyes on David, her desires swayed, and she no longer had a passion for the song. Instead, her heart swelled for something more than the lyrical poison could ever give her... CLICK TO READ MORE!
Jessie Daniels glanced into the darkened sky and squeezed her eyes tight. Her body rippled as nervous energy sent chills down her spine; filling her with dread. She opened her eyes and lights flickered like fireflies. Jessie couldn’t believe that she had agreed to this crazy idea. She looked down at the man who tightened her harness. He was the exact reason why she had come along.... CLICK TO READ MORE!
The mid-afternoon sun cast its glow on mounds of blankets draped haphazardly over furniture and tables. Dust particles floated among the golden rays when one quilted corner flung open. An enthusiastic little boy jumped up onto the couch raising a ball high above his head. He appeared to struggle under its weight, but the blue and white sphere was no match for this child. Dressed in a black pirate hat with a bouncing red feather, he adjusted the patch over his left eye with his free hand and growled, “To the port bow!”... CLICK TO READ MORE!
Stacy N. Elliott 
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