She stretched herself out and waited to feel herself floating, noticing the fading light and the chill of the light breeze skipping across her skin. She began to sink slowly, the breeze and all sound disappeared as the surface broke, then closed again overhead. Darkness grew ever closer, rushing up from below to meet her even as…Continue Reading “Six Sentence Stories – Beneath the Surface”

I’ve never been good at sleeping.

For as long as I can remember, I’ve had trouble sleeping for one reason or another. Maybe it’s time to just admit I’m a lifelong insomniac. But whatever the cause, I often find myself awake at night when the rest of my immediate world is asleep.

I’d love to tell you something lovely and romantic like “I’m a writer; of course when I can’t sleep at night I get up and write all the things that swirl in my head.”

But that’s not true.

Well, sometimes it’s true. Sometimes I can’t sleep because I do have things swirling in my head that beg to be written down and won’t give me peace until I acquiesce to their urging. But other nights I can’t sleep because the words don’t come and I worry if they ever will.

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A half-balled wad of paper sailed across the room – whoosh – into the can. The sun moved with purpose past the windows of the room and as the light waned, so did his confidence and page by page, chapter by chapter, words sailed across the room, the tightening wads a clear indicator of his mounting frustration. He looked at the clock; bloody…Continue Reading “Six Sentence Stories – First Draft”