May I: Stay

As far as she knew, she had slept almost all the way home—until he had picked her up. It felt a little like déjà vu, as he carried up to the house. ”I’ve brought you home. Think you can manage to stand for a few minutes? You’re going to need your keys to get in.”

She nodded, and he put her down slowly. He watched as she swayed slightly; leaned against the house as she went through her purse and produced the key. It was an odd feeling, as she felt partially drunk—even though she hadn’t a drop since earlier in the week.

The door clicked open and he helped her in. She stopped when she saw the blanket on the couch; Sophie’s bag and blanket and doll were still lying on the floor. Gillian had to blink back some tears as she started up the stairs, with Cal close behind.

In Lieu of a Blog Post

In lieu of a personal post (of which I haven't done in awhile), here are some things that I'm going to roll into one post--mostly because I don't feel well and haven't been for the last couple days. My concentration has seemingly diminished during this time.. excuse me.

#1-Daily Inspiration #29 

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May I: First Explanation

The ride was a little more awkward than usual. Torres was sitting next to her, while Cal drove and Reynolds sat in the passenger seat. Cal was trying not to glance in the rearview mirror; with two extra sets of prying eyes, it was harder than it looked to not notice the elephant in the car.

Despite looking out the window as much as possible, Gillian could sense the air was filling up with questionable thoughts—quite possibly her own. What possessed you to ride in a car with two people you’ve been avoiding since your attack? She had promised to call when she had any answers about Sophie. She could see the spark in Cal’s eyes, and hear the pain in his voice when she left her emotions unguarded about her—she owed him that—just like she owed the other two people in the car an explanation as well, but not now.

Daily inspiration #27

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Sneak Peek: May I "Ch 33"

Just a rough draft--could be subject to change. Really am working on this one, but here's a little something to tide you over until then. 

Daily Inspiration #26

Because places like this can only be a writer's dream. Just have to keep telling myself...one day, one day, I will go to a place like this--and many other places.

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Taking Chances: Wedding Fever

This is the sequel to "Ode to Joy". This story has two chapters, so it's more of a two-shot. The next chapter is called "The Rest Of Your Life". 

Daily Inspiration #25

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Ode to Joy

I wrote this piece back in 2008, as a challenge piece that one of my friends gave me--back when were Gilmore fanatics. There are three separate pieces that go along with 'Ode to Joy', that you can be on the look out for, which are:  Taking Chances, Middle of Me, and Great Expectations.


Some of the three are just oneshots--some chapter stories. Great Expectations is the only one out of all four that has more chapters in it combined, and is still a work in progress to this day. Ode to Joy only has one chapter.

Daily Inspiration #24

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May I: Shut Down

Cal walked through the building doors, having wanted to turn around over a dozen times and head back to the hospital. His thoughts had been on how he could get her to open up—having just reached the first week mark since the attack, then Sophie.

They had hardly spoken—and when they had talked, it was all small talk. Yesterday morning, after she had told him about her abusive her boyfriend that happened almost fifteen years ago, he could feel the anger burning in her words. However, the look on her face was expressionless.

Daily Inspiration #23

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Project X: Closer

Alexx sighed as she closed the door to the house. It was times like these when she wished that she hadn’t chosen her career over getting married and having children. That could have been her: a mother, teaching her son how to ride a bike. Instead, she was putting all of her groceries away and cooking dinner for one.

Daily Inspiration #22

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Project X: Bike, Interrupted

Closing the car door with one hand, Alexx balanced the sack of groceries on the trunk of the car as her keys dangled between her fingers.

Down the sidewalk, a little boy pedaled slowly down the sidewalk. It looked like he was just getting the hang of riding as he stopped near the driveway.

Daily Inspiration #21

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May I: Rockabye

Ria Torres walked into the computer lab, where her colleague, Eli Loker, had been piecing together some of the tape, and going through the video feed from the mall. “Hey, has Lightman come in this morning?”

“No.” He answered in an almost, automatic tone without looking back. With a few clicks of the keyboard, he perked up.

Daily Inspiration #20

You know..just because I thought today was Friday.

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I'm Still Here: Goodbye to You

Sitting up, Don adjusted as he threw back the covers and stood on his feet. Stretching his arms gently his gaze caught the time and not to mention the tie sitting haphazardly on the dresser. Exhaling and throwing his fingers through his tossled hair, he realized that he had only managed to get his tie off before crashing to sleep.

Although he no longer felt exhausted and no longer like a ghost on wheels, Don realized his shirt and tie could use an ironing-and him, well he could use a shower and a cup of coffee for the day he was about to go through.

Project X: Food For Thought

“This place has changed a lot since I was a kid.” Alexx mused, driving her cart around the store. The first aisle she came upon was the grain section. The shelves on the left side:  held many selections of colorful cereals that would have made any child’s eyes widen with excitement. On the right, there were quite a few selections of breads to choose from that she browsed through. As she did; a father, his teenage daughter and two young children were seated in the cart—passed by.

Daily Inspiration #18

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I'm Still Here: All the Things She Said

Tearing a piece of toilet paper off the roll Megan wiped her mouth and hastily threw it into the bowl before flushing and placed her hand against the wall as a ledger. Her first thought was that although the lasagna was delicious-it was no longer in her stomach. And maybe she shouldn't have had that second piece.

Opening the door to the bathroom, feet shuffling as she walked to the mirror-and found she did not look as terrible as she felt at the moment. Refraining from pushing back the razzled look on her expression she let her body lean up against the porcelain sink as she ran her hands through the water. Picking up the soap Megan lathered it in her hands before letting it fall back in the holder with a thud before rinsing. Then letting her fingers curl against the rounded sink, the water ran through the silence as she stole another quick glance in the mirror, only to find this time that all of color had drained from her cheeks.

I'm Still Here: Change Your Mind

"You've reached the voicemail of Don Eppes. Leave a message at the beep." There was a moment of silence and she exhaled in defeat before closing her phone. As much as the decision to leave was obvious, it could wait to be discussed tomorrow right? Megan placed her phone on the table beside her before pulling back the covers and slipping in.

She had been thinking about her decision quite often for the past few days. And she would have to make a trip back to the office anyway to retrieve a few things from her desk, and the chances of her sleeping tonight or tomorrow-like usual-was slim to none. And quite possibly she would run into Don.

Project X: Moving In

Almost forgot that I wrote this. And I'm pretty sure there's some other forgotten stories out there that will need to be dusted off when found and pulled off the shelf. Ehem. Continue on.


Yes, these are short, but I have no intention of making it longer. There will be several of these. Don't worry your pretty little heads. 


And it's named 'Project X' because this piece doesn't have a name yet. Enjoy! 

I'm Still Here: May It Be

"Charles" Larry called out in greeting as he walked in the front door. "What made you figure to start redecorating?" Pulling the key from the lock, he looked around. Besides the TV that was on in the entertainment area, the living room area had clearly been redecorated.

Setting his bags down, he heard the swinging door open and there was a brief stopping shuffle. "Larry I didn't hear you come in. How was your trip to New York? Charlie pointed towards the front door and wiped the condensation from his hands onto the napkin.

Daily Inspiration #17

I really want this bookshelf...

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I'm Still Here: A Little's Enough

And soon enough the sobs slowly but surely died over the running water. She exhaled, brought herself to a standing position and let the water run over her face one last time before her hand fell over the knob. The water that had blocked out her sobbing was left by the few drops that fell down from the shower head into the tub and went down the drain.

Scrunching her dripping hair she stepped out onto a towel that had been placed as a mat, and wrapped another towel around her body while grabbing a fresh towel to run through her hair. Immediately she felt exhausted as she sat down against the edge of the tub.

I'm Still Here: Lifeline

By the time Megan had returned back to the hotel, her mind was on the proposal that she had just accepted. Her fingers touched the edge of her lips where his lips had met hers, and she sat on the edge of the bed before pulling the pillow up against the wall and leaning against it for a moment before standing up again and walking over to her purse.

Hand reaching into her coat pocket she pulled out her father's number before wondering what she was doing. Unfortunately she was taken right to voicemail, but although she found her lips twitch in a smile she never thought that the sound of her father's voice could be so comforting, even if it was just a recording.

Daily Inspiration #16

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Writing to the Music

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Are you an author who has to have music playing as you write? A specific music list for the story that you’re typing out on the computer?

If you raised your hand, I’ve raised mine right along with you. I can only find myself writing in silence for so long before I have to have some distraction in the background—whether it be the TV, or music.

I'm Still Here: He Said, She Said

Pushing a hand through her hair, she trailed back to the entrance of the airport. Suddenly the early mornings and sleepless nights were catching up to her somehow. Not surprising that it was. Feeling quite partial to late nights at the office and taking a load of files home with her, that part felt absent as she had left it all behind when she had left LA.

When she had first started out she hadn't taken that many files home with her, but lately she had just been pushing it-knowing she was growing far worse in some ways than Don. Her thoughts before now had been tuned strategically to work, which caused more then one concern-far outgrowing the small voice in the back of her mind.

Her green eyes caught in the sunlight as she stood on the sidewalk waiting for a clearing. Walking across the crosswalk, keys in hand, she weaved betweeen parked cars until she had got to hers. With a sigh she gazed across the way toward the airport entrance before stepping in, the car slightly breezed with the shadowed parking lot.

UPDATE: Word Prompt "Pyromaniac"

"Thrilling Embers"


Originally written on Dec 10, 2011 @ 8:10 AM.


A:N/ Added a little a few paragraphs to this piece at the end, to make it feel more complete. 


Her body was silhouetted by the fire that raged angrily through yellow and orange flames—tugging through the air to sustain life. The girl sat near: perched on a log, staring hungrily into the flames.

Holding the pile of sticks in her hand, she acted like there was an interesting game playing out as her fingers uncurled from her outstretched hand. The sticks fell, one by one into the fire . . . leaving sparks that dissipate into the cooling air.

Daily Inspiration #15

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UPDATE: Word Prompt "Forget"

"All That Had Been Forgotten"

Originally posted on Tuesday; December 13th, 2011

It’s easy to mistake that she’s meeting someone there, as she sits on the bench alone. But as she raises her chin up--it reveals black mascara smeared beneath her eyes, and a streak down her cheek. The thin brown jacket and jeans that she’s wearing, does little to protect her from the rain and wind that’s whipping at her body.  

Her expression is one of torment, which holds the pain inside of the recent events in her life that she wishes to forget. Her shoes are deeply damaged—as if they’ve been worn year after year—having run in the fear that possesses her every day.  

Daily Inspiration #14

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Daily Inspiration #13

Hope you all had a fantastic and safe New Years celebration.

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