May I: Sharpen Up the Knives

Cal was just pouring himself a cup of coffee when Emily came into the kitchen, still dressed in her pajamas. “I slept on the couch waiting for you last night. What time did you finally get home?”


He looked at his watch and mentally counted, “Not until late. What time did you get home from that shopping trip last night?”

May I: The Other Side of the Door

Two hours ago, he had carried her into the emergency room. She had let out that heartbreaking cry again when he had picked her up out of the seat.  His voice was gentle as he had soothed her; his fingers running through her hair. She began crying again, which made the minutes seem agonizingly long—despite a minute walk through the doors.

I'm Still Here: Finding Me

Opening her eyes she reacquainted herself with her surroundings; her head still resting against his shoulder as she looked down to check her watch. She had been asleep for almost thirty five minutes. Her eyes scanned the premise, then over to Larry who was holding a newspaper in his hands, reading adamantly.

I'm Still Here: Lost Without You

By the time she got to the airport, she was mentally ready to sit down. With an hour to spare she checked in, got her ticket, checked in her suitcase and headed towards her designated gate. Pulling her phone out as she walked, she heard the departure of a plane roaring over, and her finger hovered over the number two on her phone.

May I: Going Under

“Well that was definitely the better part of my day.” Eli offered, loosening his tie as he pushed open the door to the office. They walked past the receptionist desk; Ria’s heels, clicked against the tile.

Putting her phone back to her ear, she pushed a couple buttons and then put it back to her side; disbelief on her expression. “Yeah, well we may have been one of the best couples on that dance floor—in order to get a baseline read on Donavon, but neither Lightman nor Foster are answering their phones right now.”

May I: Anything But Sweetness

Eli and Ria had stepped into a rather large looking room; golden walls and ceiling; a large, but beautiful chandelier hung above in the middle, casting light fragments and making it appear as if they had just stepped into a palace-like-setting. 

If I Haven't Yet Lost My Mind

• Planning for Nanowrimo
• Writing 'May I' 
• Writing prompts
• Writing poetry
• Keeping up a writing blog

So on and so on...

I tend to switch off between the five of these. Mostly try to keep the writing blog updated w/ blogs that will be posted at a scheduled time. I haven't quite learned how to juggle everything yet, so bear with me. 

I'm Still Here: Conclusions

When she had finally got home, she unwrapped her scarf and closed the door. Her hand went over the light on the stand. As she turned the knob the room lit up, she exhaled seeing the suitcase that she had placed there earlier that morning. Shaking her coat off, she placed her coat in the closet and walked up the stairs. It was already well past midnight now and she was well past exhausted.

I'm Still Here: Just a Thought

While I continue working on my Lie To Me story, instead of not updating the blog at all, I wanted to introduce my Numb3rs story. I began writing this story about three years ago and remember being so very passionate--and adoring the character of Megan Reeves. 


So enjoy!

May I: Beautiful Disaster

After lunch, he dropped Emily back at her car— knowing that even though there was a pile of work and a couple of cases that needed his attention, but even he knew that wasn’t going to happen until he had made sure that Gillian was okay.

May I: What It Is

“Tell me again why we’re the ones doing this?” Eli asked Ria as they walked along the side of a ride bricked building. It was nearly ten thirty and Ria was dressed in a shiny purple dress; Eli in black slacks and a white dress shirt.

Ria shrugged, rolling her eyes over to him. “Lightman said something about old acquaintances—and not to interrupt.”  

May I Ten Fold

When she woke up the next day, Gillian realized that the sun was already coming through the blinds of her office window. She checked her watch and realized that it was almost eight o’clock in the morning.