All Jaden wanted was a coffee. Black. No sugar. Straight caffeine-jacked, high-octane java. Jaden was one of those people. The talk to me before coffee, and I'll knock your teeth out, people. Jaden was also one of those people. The I have my favorite coffee shop, and it's everyone else's favorite coffee shop, but I … Continue reading Privileged Person Free
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Positive Rejection
As my writing work load has slowly been growing, I have been getting more rejection letters, and it is my natural reaction to feel defeated by these rejection letters. I'm sure some of you who come to this blog are writers yourself, and therefore you understand that unique stabbing in your heart when you read, … Continue reading Positive Rejection
I’m Back
I feel ready to spread my wings--- stretch my muscles... You know, all the cliches. The problem is: I know writing shouldn't be just a muscle that I stretch, but rather it should be one I condition. I've spent my life punching clocks for a paycheck, doing work I don't even enjoy. It's time to … Continue reading I’m Back
The First Rule of Writers
Luther stands in the tiny entryway of his apartment and pats down his pockets to make sure he has his keys. Behind him, the last rosy glow of sunset slips off his window ledge. He’s going to be late. He snatches up the bulky portfolio that holds his life’s work— all the scribbles and scratches, … Continue reading The First Rule of Writers
Your Prose Christmas Post
Merry Christmas! This has been a busy couple of weeks for me what with my regular job, the holiday, and trying to keep pace working on the blog and on all my non-blog writing as well. Whew! It's been like running a race... but an enjoyable race even so. I wanted to take my normal … Continue reading Your Prose Christmas Post
No Greater Sin Than This
"Isn't that the wrong slur to use?" Amy asks nonchalantly from behind the kitchen sink, water gushing from the faucet. "What?" Shocked--bewildered!-- Ben looks up to see if he heard right... as if one could SEE what they were supposed to HEAR. "That's not even the right way to use that slur," she says. And … Continue reading No Greater Sin Than This
Nighttime Terrors
Darla noticed him watching her while she was at the gas pump. Beneath the flaring blue lights of the overhang, she caught his reflection in the back window of her car as he walked behind her. Black eyes. Hat low across his forehead. He darted a look at her as he passed between the pumps. … Continue reading Nighttime Terrors
Solitary Water
I started this story two years ago, just before the pandemic hit. It wasn't something I was in love with so I let it sit unfinished for a while. I've added an ending and got around a rough draft to share with all of you Prose Lovers. Enjoy! It is cold here. In the winter, … Continue reading Solitary Water
Seeking Prose 