Jeff sat in the back of the cab chewing on the inside of his mouth. He had been looking at the same city block for nearly twenty minutes. He didn’t believe he would miss his flight, even with such a long delay. He had quite the knack for punctuality. Even so, he would be cutting…
Why I can’t Sleep
Wow. My age really shows in this photo. And that extra weight. And it’s not the lighting or the angle, those are both pretty good. This is really what people see when they look at me. I really get why Churchill burned his portrait. It was sad because it was extremely well done. I didn’t…
White Noise
The normal ringing of tinnitus was replaced with the buzzing of some nocturnal critter outside the bedroom window. A cricket perhaps. She listened and wondered at it for some time. She rarely heard any outside noises over her fan, save for the occasional owl that would perch itself on the fence. The fan drowned out…
Haunted
He kept the bloodied bible in his bedside drawer as if it represented something greater than life itself. As if the rust-colored pages somehow made the holy book more sacred. A relic of life that once was. A momentum to a violent end, yet it should somehow comfort him as he slept next to it….
Black Coffee
We were so poor we couldn’t afford sugar for our coffee. Even with five of us splitting it, we could barely make rent in a three-bedroom apartment with sun-bleached carpet and an A/C that never worked. It was prime real estate—across the street from the university. Everyone wanted it. We got it. But there was…
Hemorrhage
Red hues flood the landscape. Vermilion, crimson, Indian pour over the hills. The Earth herself is bleeding out. Mourning. Begging for her pain to be seen, for her laments to be heard. But no one sees. No one hears. Her cries go on, ignored, as her children rip her apart.
On Being Your True Self
All our lives, beginning from a young age, we’re trained to worry about what other people think. In the beginning it starts off as just basic manners: be polite, be considerate of others’ feelings, etc., etc. Then it evolves. “Boys wear blue; girls wear pink.” “Boys have short hair; girls have long hair.” “Don’t wear…
Storm
She lay on her back in the driveway with her hands folded together on her stomach. The pavement warmed her back as the wind cooled her face. The nearly black clouds swirled furiously above her without a drop of rain in sight. Sirens blared and echoed all around her. She knew she should go inside,…
Someday…
As I’m plugging away at this novel, I can’t help but sometimes have nagging thoughts in the back of my head. “This is crap.” “No one will like this.” “Meh.” You know… normal stuff. But the further I get in the process, the more excited and proud I get. I remind myself that I’m only…
Character Introduction
While I’m plugging away at this novel, I’d like to pause for a moment and introduce you to its star, Delia Derek. Delia is a college student and the heiress to her late father’s company, Derek Pharmaceuticals. The company is currently under the control of her stepmother, who will do everything within her power–and she…
Angela Hebert 