Break From Reality. Daily.
This is the final installment in my short story series. To understand the context of this story, you may want to start with Part One and Part Two. *** We move silently through the forest. I can’t see anything, and hear only the sound of her ragged breathing. Pulling my knees to my chest, I…
There’s no denying that it’s difficult to break into the publishing world. If you visit your local Barnes and Noble and wander the shelves and shelves of books, it seems like it should be easier. After all, there are thousands of books there. If all of those people hit the publishing “jackpot”, then why shouldn’t…
Baba Yaga: Part One It was the cackle that jolted her from slumber. The high pitched peal of wicked laughter broke through the silent night, piercing the frozen air. “She’s coming,” Sveta whispered, her chest heaving. She glanced across the room and blinked hard against the tears that burned her eyes. If Valentina Gregorevna heard…
It’s become a treasured habit, and one that I hope sticks around. We snuggle up in the living room, all of us under blankets, even on the hot days, and they listen as I read. Sometimes the younger of the two gets a bit squirrelly. He needs a gentle reminder now and then to sit…
The air was bitter cold, but she didn’t feel a thing. Though the frigid night bit at her thin skin, she moved with ease, as though she was comforted by the misery of the black sky. She hovered silently through the dark forest, her rancid, hot breath pushing into the black before her, and cutting through…
I was eighteen years old, a freshman, and sat folded into the desk in the far back of the auditorium. On and on the professor droned, putting up slide after slide on the projector next to him, while I yawned without even trying to stifle my boredom. The class was Art Appreciation, and I was…
In 2003, I toured the country of Ukraine interviewing hundreds of World War II veterans and survivors. Their stories became the backbone of my novel, which releases in Spring, 2016. I will publish a series of posts telling these stories so that the world can remember – these men were more than statistics. They were…
In 2003, I toured the country of Ukraine interviewing hundreds of World War II veterans and survivors. Their stories became the backbone of my recently finished novel. I will publish a series of posts telling their stories so that the world can remember – these men were more than statistics. They were more than a…
I wake up early today to the sounds of her whimpering. I stare up at the blades of the ceiling fan spinning slowly, trying without success to push around the humid Georgia air. Mama cries in the room next to me. I close my eyes, wishing I could block out the sounds. After a few…
