Romance
New Girl: Chapter Sixteen
Lucita sat in bed writing her book. She wasn’t supposed to be up this late, but she couldn’t sleep. Her mind kept turning and twisting, creating new plot twists, storylines, and character lines. She couldn’t write fast enough. Looking at her phone, she wondered if anyone besides her was awake this late. She wished there was.
By Cyn's Workshop2 years ago in Chapters
Two Strikes Leaves Me a Miss
I had to get control of myself. The girls would not see me lose it. I jammed my hand into my pocketbook, searching for the wad of tissues I kept handy for runny noses or sticky hands. Finding them I blew my nose, wiped my eyes, took a deep breath, and tried to laugh off my tantrum.
By Tina D'Angelo2 years ago in Chapters
New Girl: Chapter Fifteen
Becca was still hungover with anger when she went to school Monday morning. She was primarily angry with Luci but still upset with Blake and Silvia. But when she looked up and saw Luci waiting there with Liz, she felt her anger ebb away. Out of everyone, Becca knew that Luci was the one person who understood best what she was going through.
By Cyn's Workshop2 years ago in Chapters
Eew! That's What She Said!
As soon as I dressed in the laundry room, I peeked out to see if my stalker was still hanging around, then dashed across the driveway to the camp store. Janie was cashing out the morning girl and sliding her tray into the register when I ran up to her, hysterically.
By Tina D'Angelo2 years ago in Chapters
New Girl: Chapter Fourteen
Silvia sat on the roof above her building. According to the leasing office, she was not supposed to be here. Safety issues. But this was her spot. This was where she used to sit with Becca, where Becca would run off to, escaping the vitriol that came from her mother’s mouth.
By Cyn's Workshop2 years ago in Chapters
IT'S A DIRTY JOB
The maintenance workers carefully approached the skunk hiding under our table, not wanting to startle it into a full-blown smell attack. The kids who had been sitting in the dining room eating their breakfasts were now crowded at the doors, noses pressed up against the glass, most likely hoping for the full-blown attack.
By Tina D'Angelo2 years ago in Chapters
Blood of my Blood
Aileana closed her eyes, drawing a deep breath as the pulse of Ancient Magic thrummed through her. The clearing, encircled by sentinel-like trees, was her sanctuary, a place where the whispers of nature spoke to her burgeoning power. With a calm exhale, she extended her arm, her fingertips dancing in the air as if plucking the strings of an unseen harp. A gust of wind obeyed her silent command, rustling the leaves around her in a crescendo of whispered secrets.
By Mara Edwards2 years ago in Chapters
