Everyone has a past. Some have a good one; others, not so much. Marianna couldn’t escape hers if her life depended on it. As her bad luck would have it, her life did indeed depend on it. She just didn’t know it yet. Marianna was a quiet girl, living in her small hometown in the …
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The Revolving Doggy Door
I don’t want to wake up. I still feel exhausted and my head is pounding. But I don’t have much of a choice. My bed feels like it’s made of metal. Ok. . . It is made of metal. What the -? I’m laying on metal surrounded by bars. I’m in a cage? What is …
Another Mystery Is History
“You really thought you could get away with it, didn’t you?” “Yes,” the old man hissed. “And I would’ve, too, if it hadn’t been for those meddling kids. And that slimy little frog of theirs!” The police took the old man away as the sleuthing friends climbed into their Secret Sedan. “Another crime busted, another …
The Legend of McScroog
This is the story of McScroog McScroog? McScroog A wonderful and magical dude Which dude? This dude McScroog Who could do magic better than all other men He can? Who can? McScroog Then one day a dragon appeared With a beard? No that’s weird And the villagers are ran in fear Lots of tears Oh …
Changes Will Come
Change will come whether you want it to or not. There is nothing we can do to stop it or make it change its course. There is a greater force than you or I at the wheel, and it won’t stop, turn, or even change lanes at your behest. Change will come, and you can …
My Child
As I hold you in my arms, watching you sleep so peacefully, I imagine what your life will be like. How beautiful I know you’re going to be as a teen and adult. Even more beautiful than you are now, if that’s even possible. I imagine your good grades, your love and compassion for everyone …
Addiction
It’s an addiction, what I do. I can’t help myself. Well, if I’m really being honest, I can help myself. It’s just really hard and I really enjoy it, so I just choose not to. It’s easier and more fun to give in. I probably shouldn’t do it. In fact, I’m pretty darn sure I …
6:08
The clock on the dash said 6:08. I should’ve been in there an hour ago. Instead, I’d been sitting in my car, listening to the radio play songs of yesteryear. Stevie Nicks was babbling about some white winged dove. Ooh ooh ooh. I hate that song, but even that wasn’t enough to push me out …
Tainted Lust, and The Pen > The Sword
Rose colored ear buds A lone violin plays The tune of love, or so you think You can’t stop listening You’re so enamored He’s the perfect catch But love is not yours to have, only loss Don’t blame him for catching on You can’t, for it’s like blaming the sun for shining What did you …
