My Writer Within

Dream Catcher . . . Story Weaver

Fly Free

Swallow hugged her knees to her chest trying to fill the hollow space. She had decided. It was for the best, before it was too late. The soft lapping of the waves soothed the nagging ache in her heart.

Baby Doll: A Short Story

Baby Doll

Faye followed the rivulets of rain down the windowpane. “It’s so dark,” she murmured cradling her swollen belly. A flash of lightning lit up the room

The Black Rose

The Black Rose

I call her The Black Rose. She brings doom and death;

Mad Hattie

JoAnna Lamb

Courtney stood outside the shop and stamped her feet. A crumpled newspaper caught up in the icy wind wrapped itself around her ankles. She peeled it off and read the headline

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