Woman Behind the Blog

Woman Behind the Blog

I know it helps to get into a writers brain if you can see the pretty little head it’s housed in, so here I am, the mad woman behind the blog.


One liner.

Today’s challenge: build a character and set yourself up for a scene worth interest in oneΒ  grammatically correct sentence.

Nothing bothered her more than when the night crew put the hazelnut grinder where the cocoa grinder belonged, it actually bugged her so much that she, in a fit of over dramatic and stage worthy anger, remade an old and seemingly unnecessary labeling system for the over-flooded supply shelf and did indeed have every intention of putting it up if a rude customer hadn’t needed a tall too-complicated-overly-sugary cup of crap in a hurry, or if the constantly stoned night crew would care to pay attention anyway-I swear they get more baked than our sad burn blueberry scones every morning.


Attempt #4 flash fiction, a dream I had….
It’s like he wasn’t even capable of being helped at that point.
The look in his eye was so beyond sane, so unlike himself that I actually got the chills looking at what used to be my sanctuary, the safest place I knew.
He picked the limp dog up, dancing around with him to some unheard music, what looked to me like an unpolished version of the waltz, performed with very much polish at the wedding just two years before, as leftover vomit and blood splashed around the room. The splatters were sickeningly loud as I tried to focus on what he was saying, what those annoyingly quick lips were darting here and there about
“See baby, I knew he would pull through, he’s fine, just fine!” The nervous chuckle that followed was a cheesy suspense movie goldmine.
A tear fell unwelcomed onto my hot face as I backed away from the nightmare in front of me. He’s gone.