Today, I woke up to the sun streaming in my windows. The soft glow interrupted my dreaming state at the precise moment when the Prince was about to kiss me. How terribly disappointed I was not to touch his lips with mine... click to read more!
Tag: Stacy N. Elliott
An Enchanted Memory
It was whimsical little structure, seemingly right out of a fairy tale. Straight lines were non-existent, almost like a child had built it. There was an arched door that widened at the top, a railing that slanted toward the slide, a porthole that opened outward, and even a chimney that was more cartoonish than functional; leaning as if to puff out smoke like that of a dancing tugboat...
Woman of the Sea
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...
A Key of Her Own
Cynthia’s eyes blurred as she tried to focus on the paper in front of her. Pen in hand, her nerves tingled with excitement. She had waited for this moment most of her life. It was a natural transition, but she had no idea how intense her feelings would be on this day. She had spent many nights dreaming about living on her own, and it was something she wanted to do since high school. Now, Cynthia was about to hand over her hard-earned cash to someone she barely knew just so that she could have a place she could call her own...
A Shot at Love
Jessie Daniels glanced into the darkened sky and squeezed her eyes tight. Her body rippled as nerves shot out in every direction; 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...
Treasure Map to Adventure
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!”...
Imaginative Pieces for a Creative Space
As one looks around my newfound writing space, they are blanketed with inspiration by a couple of creative minds. Many have asked me, “What do those words on the ceiling say?” and some have inquired about my mother’s artwork. Today, I am going to share with you the story behind the art and the artists behind the quotes.
