Creative Writing

I Wished That Was Me: Sometimes, the oddest things happen in the neatest way. I rarely think about how I write.…

Our neighborhood was a gathering of crazy people, but only a couple stand out, one lady named Mrs. Hanson, who…

It was an ordinary forest, as far as spooky-looking woods go, filled mostly with craggy twisted oak trees,…

You Don't Beat the River: It was a good day for being on the river—warm, bright, a few clouds to make the sky…

“I’m Too Sexy” by Right Said Fred pumped through the speakers, DJ Slick signaling my turn on stage. With eager…

I'm Not A Good Writer: Occasionally, someone will read one of my books and exclaim, "Wow, who knew you were…

Beyond the Horizon: Foremost on his mind the vacant stare of two yellow-tinted, dead, and sightless eyes, Roth…

Brenda Simpson was certainly no stranger to bookstores.  No libraries, mind you, but bookstores.  The libraries…

I've been a wanderer all my life... I travel around the world to forget people I meet every day. I dream of…

Seeing the Light A lampshade painted by an artist friend   Shows a country road with a slight bend   Heading…