Writing is just like a muscle; one must use it or lose it. Write or get rusty when writing once more. Stop using a muscle and the muscle grows weak. The first draft is never the final draft; pieces will be tossed aside, and more superior words will be used. To build muscle one must…
Time was running out as the clock counted down. Only an hour left before the deadline. Only forty-five minutes left until she had to leave. Only thirty minutes left to eat. She had most of the paper done but was rushing to finish it before turning it in. She would have asked for more time,…
He knew about it all. Her pride, her joy, her fear, her regret. He had seen her at her worst and treated her no differently than he had at her best. No one else had done that before. He knew her doubts and hesitations from previous experiences and continued to reassure her that not only…
It always came back to blood. One needed blood to live. Lose too much blood and die. Statistically, the average human being has five liters of blood in his or her body, the amount varying depending on the health and physical size of the person. Losing half or a full liter of blood will not…
The night air was chilly as she pulled the fur coat closer around herself. It was not often she would walk out in the cold evening unaccompanied, but she did not fear being attacked. She knew her knight in black leather was close by, watching her walk home from the theatre. He always watched her…
This day just kept getting better. Something was wrong with her brakes, but she could not pinpoint what. She had been late for work again, only this time no one had noticed she was six minutes late because no one was nearby to see her come in. She had managed to get through the day…
There was no cure. It all happened so quickly. One moment she was alive, raising her glass for the toast, ready to enjoy a sip of the exquisite brandy she had heard so much about. The next thing everyone knew, she was lying dead on the floor. Her glass was shattered, both her drink and…
It had to be a nightmare. He had been fine until two days ago. He had been doing better. The vet had said the medicine would heal him and he would be back to himself in no time. She had been right. The bleeding had stopped, he had been more active and cuddlier. Yet now…
The party went according to plan. He was a guest and although he ended up as a suspect in the murder, he was not the only one. There were five other suspects and each of them had a motive. The woman had blackmailed all of them to keep their dark secrets out of the paper….
Never mess with the gang. Once you are in the gang you are in for life. If you decide to leave you had better remove the patches from the jacket and dispose of them before anyone in the gang sees them on someone who is not in the gang. Anyone wearing the patches outside of…