Cynthia shook the computer with both hands, popping her gum while grumbling to herself in frustration.

“Damn thing, why won’t you connect to the internet?” she gripped the top of the computer so hard that the casing squeaked beneath her maniacal hold. She had spent the last thirty minutes trying to connect, but was still unsuccessful. She tried everything she could think of after following the directions to a tee: hook this doo-dad up to that thingy, connect that thingy to my what’s it called, enter in a password from the box, yada, yada, yada. But it didn’t work.

Cynthia slapped the top of the computer like she was trying to knock some sense into it.

“I should have bought the laptop, instead…” she mumbled.

Then, in a fit of complete anger, she shoved the cardboard boxes off the side of the desk in one fell swoop. Shwoosh went cisco, Fwump fell Dell. Cynthia felt in control, finally. She looked at the packaging that now lay scattered across the office floor, a sea of high-tech flotsam and jetsam.
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trapped in glass

He said “My name is Jimmy.”

She said “I’m not sure what you expected, Jimmy.”

He looked down at his tennis shoes, then pulled a book from his worn backpack and sat down on the tile. He rested the book in his lap, thumbing through the first few pages.

Bell could hear the pages rustling against each other. She stayed standing, watching him press the pages between his fingers. She wondered if he really planned to stay there all night, like he said he would.

Jimmy looked up as if on cue, smiling in a way that made the corners of his eyes press together in tiny, crows-feet shapes. He started from the title page.

“Antony and Cleopatra, by William Shakespeare.”

Bell wrinkled her nose. “Wait, that’s not a love story. It’s a tragedy.”

“I know,” he was still smiling, “but the ending doesn’t matter. It only matters how much they loved each other.”

Bell smiled from behind the glass. She liked him. And she liked that he didn’t mind the partition.

“I don’t mind the partition.” Jimmy said.

Bell leaned her forehead against the glass. And the two of them watched each other as their eyes twinkled in the light.

Just a bit of dialogue that’s been rolling around in my head all day. Something about glass and cages and persistent love…

mugsy’s move

Read the full story (which was inspired by two cats,  four friends, and a lot of love) by clicking on the image below (don’t worry, it’s only a 101 word long story, I promise!)

Mugsy’s Move

Mugsy pushed his rook forward, letting his paw drift across the chess board. He flicked his tail, waiting for her move. Their human was in the next room, noisily cleaning the litter box. Hatchie sighed.

“They’re so loud…” she muttered. Her whiskers twitched as she captured Mugsy’s knight.

“I can’t stand it anymore, Mugsy. I’m […continue reading at …]

sneak a peak

Prompt Photo

Today I came across a really cool photo prompt that inspired me to write (yeah, who would have thought, right, that a photo prompt for writing would actually inspire me to write?! go figure…)

I hope you enjoy this excerpt. If you guys like it, I’ll keep posting more of the story later this week, but for now, this is all you get, ya punks!

Nova stood on the edge of the lake, looking out at the trees that lined the shore. Without leaves, they looked like giant, withering skeletons, bent and swaying against the breeze. The water lapped softly near Nova’s feet, reaching out like a tongue to lick at her tennis shoes. She shivered inside her woolen sweater and gingerly stepped back from the icy waters. The winters in Portland weren’t severe, but ever since the Sophie died, Nova was never warm, always shivering. Continue reading