I’ve been meaning to write since much earlier this evening. Instead, I made supper. I’m making up for failing to do some mindful cooking last week. Cooking for me is challenging enough. I seem to be on a roll though because I baked my usual banana cake/bread yesterday. Cooking was followed by supper, which I…… Continue reading Mayhem in my mind
I’ve been listening to Katharine McPhee since last week. The songs remind me of a certain juncture in my life not so long ago. I had mentioned here that I was doing some research in preparation for a piece that I want to write. This piece involves that almost-gentleman for whom I wrote a tribute.…… Continue reading Better Off Alone
Just a short note from me today to send my greetings to all the mothers out there. Happy Mother’s Day! Happy Mother’s Day to my mother! Being a mother is a tough job so don’t be too hard on yourself. Remember that you’re doing the best that you can and we all have…… Continue reading Happy Mother’s Day!
Do visit Cracked Flash Fiction. It’s where magic happens. This was my entry last Saturday (left exactly as it was submitted). I struggled for hours and lost sleep, finishing and submitting only at about 03:00 am, South African time. The sacrifice paid off. This is my 2nd win. Yay! Judge: “You built a great character…… Continue reading Point of No Return
Originally posted on Alexis Chateau:
i To anyone else, Henry would have looked perfectly composed. But not to his mother. Not when he had inherited that mock composure from her, and suffered the same subtle signs that told the truth. He sat too still, said too little, and all emotion had been wiped from his features.…
I wrote this story for Cracked Flash Fiction (CCF). It is part of “Enchanted Love”, which is from this flash fiction that CCF picked as the week’s winner and which I am now contemplating on turning into something longer, inspired by Ronel. Prompt: He leaned against the tree with a sigh. He leaned against the tree…… Continue reading Three’s a crowd
I had an epiphany! He is NOT a loser! When one finds herself in a situation where she feels nothing but the slow painful breaking of her heart, it is understandable, almost expected, that her friends stand by her side, assuring her that HE is a loser and that IT is his loss. It might…… Continue reading Tribute to an almost gentleman