8:20. The clock has stopped and you don’t notice. One last shift of the minute hand before it freezes, locked into the early morning...

My next piece of assessment is a short story. There is no original on this blog. Enjoy! xx, Kristin . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . ....

The street can be heard in this room as if it’s set in the middle of the white dotted line. Once, as a parade of emergency vehicles...

For those following me on my travel blog, this post was originally for Dear London. However, after being proud of the result I chose to...

A rare breeze caught the hanging cloths as they dangled from wooden poles of a makeshift tent. Tied together and knotted to the warn...

The lights that had been hung in the trees, and dangled across the open night sky, were disguised by flickering stars. If you took the...

In the mirror was a reflection of someone I barely recognized. This person ran her bright red nails over the slick shine of her hair. She...

Note: This is my Original Christmas Story that was published in both The Freeman’s Journal and Hometown Oneonta in the December 24th,...

“Next,” she pushed the cardboard coffee cup down the line and leaned back as Sam nearly fell on the counter. “Hi,” he said, falling on...

The storm was swiftly approaching. Lighting illuminated the clouds and filled the air with its charge. He hid in the grass. The hair on...

Harter ducked. A heavy blow came from his left side, but the current issue was the beast in front of him. It jabbed its massive horn...