The howling winds of a predestined tempest fiercely echo into her ears. She sits outside her window, hanging her toes off the edge of reason. Tears rain down her fragile face, reminiscing a life where everything made sense. She is desperate to hold onto the hopes of a rescue from what could have been, an unknown, future love. Yet, with a broken heart, she lives in turmoil, with no hopes of a release from the grim nothing. Continue reading
Body language can add another dimension to your dialogue scene, because it reveals a person’s intentions, feelings or mood.
The five main types of body language are gesture, posture, movement, facial expression and tone of voice.
She pointed to the orchard. “I saw him there.”
He slammed his fist on the table. “I’ve had enough.” Continue reading
I am conquered,
surrender my soul,
as I swim in pools
of swirling dreams.
Eyes which now hold
my very essence
in their attraction.
Torn to look away, Continue reading
“Hold fast to dreams
For if dreams die
Life is a broken-winged bird
That cannot fly…”
I sit at my drawing table, staring at the empty glass in front of me and the nearly finished bottle of whiskey beside it. The hushed busy noise of artists that once filled the studio has been replaced with a deafening damning silence. Their tables’ line up hauntingly in front of me, their ink stains the only reminder of the artists that once bled on them. I remember watching them pack their belongings into boxes earlier that day— pouring what’s left of the whiskey into my glass, and wondering if they feel as hollow as I do now. Scattered drawings and Continue reading
Bess was relatively content in life. She had come to accept certain things would never be as she would like them, but on the whole she had few real complaints. She accepted the fact that life was short, and time accelerated without mercy after she turned thirty. She accepted that she would never win a Pulitzer Prize, and that Chocolate was a fattening and most worthy temptation. She could not accept not being in love.
She found herself on the cusp of middle age, ten years removed from college, and life had not yet turned out as she had hoped. She thought surely by now she would be a professional writer, Continue reading