Book Review: Asrian Skies

Avery Rendon is weeks away from realizing her dream as a Commonwealth fighter pilot when planetary politics intervene. Reluctantly, she returns to her home planet of Asria, still hoping to break free of her controlling family and their faith. Not much has changed on Asria though, and after her almost-fiancé walks out on her, she’s…

Behind the Yellow Door: The Curtain Call (pt 5)

I bought a knife and a small bag to put it in. Nothing fancy. Just an ordinary kitchen knife. I hadn’t wanted to be brutal or stabby, but when I realized there was a waiting period for a gun, that I had no idea where to find poison, and that there was little else I…

Behind the Yellow Door: Just Enough (pt 4)

My grandmother ate a lot of lettuce one day. After four trips to the bathroom, she told me that “sometimes too much lettuce is too much lettuce”. She rarely had too much of anything after that. Just enough lipstick, just enough rice, just enough, just enough. I figured that the journey to murder the man…

Behind the Yellow Door: A Time To Kill (pt 3)

My mom always told me that flings weren’t moral. You needed to stay with a man long enough for him to know how to make your coffee, for you to be comfortable enough to fart in front of him, and for both of you to come to a point where you decided that your lives…

Book of Light

Hi, everyone! I am desperately trying to get a manuscript ready for beta readers (goal: Sunday) and have had to make decisions: blog or manuscript? Well, I’m going to take a break on blog until I get manuscript done, so part 3 of “Behind the Yellow Door” is coming, but after I mount the manuscript…

Behind the Yellow Door: The Incarnation (pt 2)

My grandmother took me to see Alice in Wonderland at our local theatre when I was five, and I never wanted  anything else from that moment on. I spent every summer frolicking through a thespian dreamland, revelling in the scent of paint and wood, stage makeup, hairspray, and setting powders. I spent my nights drilling lines…

Behind The Yellow Door: Don’t Judge Me (pt 1)

My street had a rough adolescence. It smoked too much, popped its zits, and fornicated like all the other roads, but, unfortunately, no one cared to fix its pockmarked, weary face, leaving it with evidence of its many trials and a gravelly expression speaking of despair and surrender to failure. Just a bit of antibiotics…

Invisible Grief

I know it’s coming What’s coming? Can you tell me? Life. All its terrors. I’ve not lost a child but through fear I have lost them again and again Feel the ache for naught Feel the future pain, you must Embrace tomorrow Lay down my head, soul Who will be there in the day? Heartbeat…

Nuclear Greed

Once upon a timeless day, Love existed. Love had its history, but Love never had a beginning. Love sustained all life. It served as the fuel for every endeavor, the fire for each heart, the source of all ambition, and the genius behind human invention. It was pure, natural, and strong enough for my people’s…

The Death of a Writer

Marian O. Macy rested in her bed one night, afraid to fall asleep. Life dealt her a bitter hand, and the more cards she pulled from the draw pile, the more certain she became that life simply didn’t care much for her. Everything hurt. Breathing was difficult these days. She needed a friend. She needed…

Fairy Blood (Part 2)

“I, Sire?” Elswyth asked, her golden eyes as wide as a startled feline’s. “Well! We will discuss this later, eh?” Melgrin grabbed the soap and hurried to the king. She lathered up a washrag. “Much to do today, Sire, she bein’ new and needin’ trainin’ and all.” “Then let her be trained in this, Madam,”…