Daily Prompt | Short Story Day Two

I reached out to Sara with my hand. She stared at it for a while as if she didn’t know what to do. She placed hers in mine with care, or maybe worry. I pulled her up, not too fast and not patronizing. I was very confident in her abilities, but I didn’t want her to need to climb the rock by herself. I wanted her to know that I’m here for her.

She straightened her shirt underneath her heavy backpack she refused to let me carry for a bit, and glanced at me under the fallen strips of hair, she cleared her throat, “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.” I put my hands on my hips and waited for her to reveal our direction. She had a need to keep information to herself, to be in control. I figured it was because she hadn’t trusted anyone in a while.


I leaned in and looked to where her finger was pointed. “The bank?” I wondered how she could trust anyone there especially.

“My mom’s company has a safe deposit box for me.”

“That they can access?” I raised my eyebrows, surely she would be safer than that.

She glared at me harder than usual, “No. Of course not.”

“How do you know they can’t get to it?”

It amazed me that she could be so fully annoyed with me so quickly. She rolled her eyes, “Because my mom set up a dummy account they pull the money from. She said there’s no way for them to trace it. It’s paid through her dividends to me, then pulled out of a secret account they have no access to.”

“Okay, back down, killa!” I put my hands in front of me and smiled, she didn’t see my humor. She rolled her eyes again and turned to lead. I simply shook my head and followed. I’d get her to lighten up one of these days.


via Daily Prompt: Trace


Daily Prompt – Short Story – Day One

By the time I realized what had happened, it was too late. He ran out into the street and waved at the passing police car.

“What are you doing!” I began walking away. What on earth was that idiot thinking? I shoved my hands into my pockets and picked up my pace. The policeman would never believe what we had in our possession anyway.

I looked over my shoulder and glared at Mike who just then noticed me headed away from him and the policeman. He turned back to the car, and the confused men inside it.

I’d have to get to my hiding spot before the policeman could follow, or I’d have to move, that would be the better option. I sped up to a jog, then a run. Mike had lost it. If I didn’t shoot him, someone was sure to.

He’d be back probably within a couple seconds, it wouldn’t take long to lose a busy cop after all that had happened. Just as I’d predicted, as I grabbed the artifacts, Mike’s breathless words hit my hears.

“What happened back there?”

I only could glare at him so I didn’t kill him.


I rolled up my blankets and tent, then packed up my backpack. By the time I could speak without gritting my teeth, I turned to him as I slung my bag onto my shoulders, “What makes you think he’d believe us, or care for that matter? Every cop in this country is reeling with what’s happened, the artifacts we have here are meaningless to them.”

He crossed his arms, looked down at the dirt and kicked at a rock, “What do you suggest we do? I can’t just be quiet about this.”

I sat down buff my shoes, to make myself more presentable for our next step. “We need to first hide what we have, and I have the perfect place, but you can’t say a single word, do you understand?”

He nodded quietly, looked down to his shoes and buffed them off.

“We need this case to be solid, Mike. We can’t screw this up. We hold the key to all that’s been happening, and if this gets into the wrong hands, we are all going to end up like your friend this morning.”

I was pretty sure I didn’t need to elaborate on what happened. His face contorted into a pinched mess, “I understand.”

“Lets move.”

via Daily Prompt: Buff


Each time I settle in my heart to write, I get this Nazi like voice in my head saying I need to do it every day.  I’ve written stories with the word of the day, but today, I’m just gonna relax and take a
reprieve. Not using that word correctly, but oh well, I’m using it. 😀

A break.

I’m allowing myself to relax. Something I’m not used to in this ole game of writing.

I’m still learning what works best for myself and my family, and there’s no judgement.

I’m writing to have fun, to experience the joy again, not the Nazi torture of “go go go!”


What about you? What brings you joy?

via Daily Prompt: Reprieve

Survive | Daily Prompt

Alahna shivered as the cold wind swept in. She wasn’t sure what she would do the next morning. She needed to be out of here at the crack of dawn.

Her eyes squinted when a bright light shone in them.  “Seriously! I got this spot fair and square!”

“Alanna, I’m not here to take your spot, I’m here to take you in.”

She peeked over the soggy blanket, “Officer Neil?”

“What are you doing here, Alahna? It’s freezing, it’s raining, and you have school tomorrow.”

She closed her eyes, “Mind getting the light out of my eyes at least?”

He lowered the high-powered beam, walked to his car and opened the front door, and tapped the metal roof, “Let’s go.”

He kept glancing at her intermittently as he drove through the dark, slick streets. As they passed the streetlights, she could see her own Samoan reflection in the rain-spotted window of the cruiser.

“What were you doing out there, Alahna?”

He wasn’t going to let her go quietly, she sighed and turned to him, “I’m doing what I have to.”

“Your mom bad off again?”

“I couldn’t sleep there.” She crossed her arms and looked back out the window, hoping he would take the hint that she didn’t want to talk.

“Officer Megan told me you guys have a test tomorrow?”

Alahna nodded but continued to stare out the window.

“Couldn’t study, huh?”

She shook her head no, and her body involuntarily shivered.

“Officer Megan can help you when we get there.”

The remainder of the ride was quiet. When he pulled up to the station, it was still raining, and they walked gingerly through the parking lot. Inside the building was warm and dry.

Officer Megan came to her and pulled her aside, “I’ve got some clothes you can use to sleep, and I can wash yours overnight. Go get some rest and I’ll wake you up early to study, okay, baby?”

Alahna nodded and followed Officer Megan down to her locker.

“Here we go. So, this is the big test, huh? The one that says you can graduate?”

She looked down to her feet, they were soggy, “I haven’t studied much.”

“You don’t need to, sweetie, I know your grades. You forget I’m the Recourse Officer at your school part time. That makes me entitled to know your info.”

Alahna let a smile slip through, “That, and being an officer.”

“Yeah,” Officer Megan laughed, “That too. Be back in a sec to get your wet clothes.” She left, leaving Alahna alone to change.

She felt so warm in Officer Megan’s dry clothes. She laid down on the cot and closed her eyes, trying to not feel like a burden to everyone. She was a burden to her mother as she had a drug and alcohol fest at the house complete with loud music and loud people, she was a burden to her father that never loved her, she was a burden to her teachers that helped her at school, and she was a burden to law enforcement. No matter her score on that test, though she didn’t need to study, she couldn’t wait to be out on her own, with a full time job, paying the bills and trying to survive.

The next morning, as promised, Officer Megan woke her up early. “The ladies’ shower is clear if you’d like to freshen up, and I brought some dry shoes from my house.”

Alahna was dressed, clean and felt more refreshed than she had since last time she stayed at the precinct. She found Officer Megan, “Thank you.” she pulled her in for a hug, “I’ll never forget all you’ve done.” She pulled away to see the Officer’s eyes teary.

“You’re welcome, now go ace that test.”

Alahna walked away with a renewed bolster to do what she had to do. Her scholarships were already lined up, all she had to do was show up, do her thang, and graduate Friday night. A determined smile spread her cheeks as she spread the doors to the precinct, today would change her life forever.

via Daily Prompt: Survive

Masterpiece | Daily Prompt

Cammy took a deep breath and let it out easy.

This was not what she’d signed up for when she saw the words “Art Class” plastered above her fifth period classroom. At first the sign excited her. Any new art class, she readily ran toward it!

However, here, in the actual class, where she’d been asked to strip down to her bra and panties so the big-time artist could paint her whole body…

She’d not been opposed to the project, and especially not that she’d been forced against her will, the uneasiness came as she sat there in front of her peers in nothing but her underoos!

The statement she’d made, though, that’s what bolstered her drive. Each time she thought of what this meant for people like her, she held her chin a tad bit higher.

Her Suffragist attitude faded as the paint dried and itched her skin, bringing her back to reality and the eyes gazing past her walls.

“You look fabulous, don’t let them make you feel any different.”

She snapped her eyes to the artist as he painted her belly button.

“I can almost feel your battle as I paint you.”

Oh great, that meant everyone else could too. Artists have a way of seeing past the “paint” to the “pain”. And she was surrounded by artists.

She knew he meant well, but she sank a little more.

“Let yourself go and enjoy this”, he whispered, “You had the gumption to do it in the first place. No one can take that away from you, but you are letting them steal your happiness.”

As he brushed, the bristles tickled her belly, and she couldn’t help but laugh.

“See?” His smirk, his kind, clear eyes, and his honesty made her realize something: She was the beauty in the artist’s eye. It almost took her breath away. Not the artist, but the realization. He was right! She would be beautiful to whomever loved her, to whomever saw her as a masterpiece.

She finally had the courage to look up into Trevor’s eyes. He was staring at her, granted, so were the other twenty or so artistic students that attended her high school, but he was not just looking at her, he was seeing her!

Trevor stood and moved toward them, never taking his eyes off her, bent down to the painter and whispered something in his ear. The painter stood up with a strange look in his eyes and another smirk on his face. She watched as the painter handed Trevor his brush. Cammy felt her eyes bulge out of their sockets, and was almost begging the painter not to leave them as he walked to the teacher’s desk.

Her attention slowly gravitated to Trevor who stared at her, and in his sweet, deep voice, that she’d memorized, he asked if she minded him touching her skin with the paint brush.

Where was her voice! Instead, she motioned for him to continue.

The brush took on a whole new meaning! It felt as if Trevor himself were touching her skin. He locked his eyes on her though he still moved the brush across her belly. “I never knew-” He stood, dipped the brush into more paint, and leaned in to get her neck, “I never knew how beautiful you were. I mean, I like you, and I have for a long time.”

He got adorably tongue-tied. “Not that I think you’re beautiful just because you took off your clothes, and I’m not saying that your body isn’t beautiful, I-” He took a deep breath, and Cammy watched as his face burned redder and redder.

He cleared his throat, “What I’m trying to say, is that I see beyond your body. I see you, Cammy. You’ve made an Impression on me. I’d like to take you out. Would-would that be okay?”

A. Masterpiece. This is what she felt like. She felt not only beautiful in her own skin for the first time since being a little girl, but she felt as if others finally saw her for who she was, and not because she was almost naked, but because she let down the walls that she’d built to protect herself. They never protected her, they only kept her from being who she was meant to be.


via Daily Prompt: Impression

“Home” | Daily Prompt


I shook my head, “No.”

“Come on, Mae!”

“I can’t.”

“You’re usually the one that’s up for anything!”

I couldn’t say that I had a bad feeling, I didn’t want them to laugh at me. The goose bumps on my arms were not from the wind at this elevation either. Something wasn’t right. My cheeks were numb from my salty, windblown hair whipping.

Cameron squinted his eyes and tilted his head, “What’s wrong?”

I bit my lip, it was chapped. I crossed my arms and sunk in a little. My yellow surf tee was dried already. “I don’t know.”

He dropped his hand from my elbow, turned around and made the motion to Alex for us to get out of there. “Something’s not right. Let’s go.”

“Your girlfriend use her ESP to tell you that?” I held in my disgust as Alex came too close into my space.

“She’s not my girlfriend, and it’s not ESP, it’s intuition. Man, you know her, if she feels  like something’s wrong, there’s gotta be something wrong. I think we can trust her.”

Alex bowed his back in defiance and got too close in Cameron’s face, “And you know me. I don’t trust anyone.”

Before I knew what he was doing, Alex pushed Cameron off the cliff.

“NO!” I leaned over to see where Cameron entered the water, turned to Alex and punched him in the nose, “What’s wrong with you!” I didn’t care what happened with Alex, I took a deep breath, stepped back and catapulted myself off the ledge. No matter how much you train, nothing can prepare you for jumping off a cliff. I did my best to force my body to straighten and let me sit as I hit the water. I took a deep breath as I plummeted to the surface. I wished that I’d brought my lifeguard rescue float.

I yelled his name when I resurfaced, “Cam!” North, South, East, West. I searched again. “Cam!” I dove under looking for shadows or bubbles. I dove down quickly at his entry point, blinking nonstop so I could clear my eyes.

That’s when I saw him. His hair waived like seaweed, his arms floated above him. I saw blood coming off his body somewhere as he faced the cliff wall. I swam to him as fast as my body would let me.

I was afraid to look him in the eyes, if they were closed, he’d most likely be unconscious, but if they were open-. Instead of letting myself think the worst, I dove down to look at his feet. They weren’t caught on anything. The cliff wall would give me enough of a push to get us both out of this water as quickly as possible. I swam to the wall, crouched on it, pushed as hard as my legs could push and grabbed Cam as I torpedoed out and up. As scrawny as he was, he was dead weight, even in the water.

I didn’t care that my calves were cramping, that my lungs were convulsing, or that my eyes burned. I needed Cam to be okay.

Finally, after what seemed like an endless height, we reached the surface. It’s here that I got a look at Cam’s face. His eyes were closed. Tears formed in my eyes.

There were people staring off the edge of the cliff, but I couldn’t make out their faces with my bleary eyes. I swam us to the beach to the left of them.

When I got him on the sand, I noticed his ankle, knee, and shoulder were busted wide open and bleeding. He must have hit a rock under the surface. I began CPR, and the most blessed sound was his coughing. I sat him up as best I could. “Just breathe, Cam. Calm down and breathe.”

He squinted his eyes, looked out at the water, and then to me. His expression changed several times. “I knew you’d come get me.”

“That was a cheap way to get me to jump.”

I was wrong, the most blessed sound wasn’t his coughing, it was his laughter. And the most blessed sight, his smile.

My eyes teared up again, “Cam, if I’d have lost you-”

“Don’t go there.” He pulled me closer to him, and kissed me for the first time.

My heart soared. The one word I could think of to describe the moment was ‘home’, something I’ve never felt, and it was something of which I never wanted to let go.


via Daily Prompt: Catapult


Here Goes Nothin!

I’m no stranger to fear.

Fear keeps me from doing a whole host of things I know I should. Saying hello to someone I’ve not seen in a while, doing a daily devotion…writing.

As much as I love writing, and as much as I wholly believe I’m created to write, it scares the poo out of me.

Why? I’m sure there’s a number of reasons below the surface, but the main thing is: the unknown.

What does it look like for me? Will I ever actually publish anything? Will it be good enough? What in the heck will I even write? What’s my direction? And of course there’s always going to be the tricky question of: am I really called to do this, or am I just making this up?! Was I bored one day and thought, hey! I’ll write! It all gets so twisted! So screwed up that I just throw my hands up in frustration, and don’t do it.

Well, I’ve had several times where I’ve heard God pull me to it, several times where despite this, I’ve still been too afraid. I’ve heard Him call me recently to write a book on how to be still in His presence, I’ve also felt him call me to Middle Grade and possibly Young Adult fiction. I’ve always pictured myself writing Contemporary Women’s Christian Fiction. Never pictured anything different, until I was sweeping one day. I felt Him almost say “This, my love.” And to that I stopped sweeping and said, “Okay.” This kind of reminded me of times in the Bible where He called and they answered. My answer this time is YES!

So that’s it…I’m jumping in.

My brother, one of our church’s temp speakers while we search for a new pastor said in the pulpit, “I pray you take a risk for the Gospel!”

That hit me square between the eyes! WHAM!

I’ve been letting this fear of the unknown take over my calling to simply obey my Savior’s voice.

That’s when I had the gumption to say yes. And I actually meant it this time.

So, without knowing everything I want to know, and in trusting His plan and guidance…

Here Goes Nothin!