Writes
The house squatted at the end of the cul-de-sac like a sulking child, all Gothic Revival gingerbread and peeling paint. Eleanor Crane, Nell to anyone who’d survived more than one conversation with her, pulled into the weed-choked driveway and killed the engine. Through the windshield she counted the red flags: a sagging porch, shutters hanging at drunken angles, and windows… Continue reading The Last House on Gable Street
I died at 9:14 PM on Halloween, face down on my couch with a full bowl of candy bars sitting by the front door, and by 9:15 I was refreshing my blog stats. This is hell, obviously, though not the fire-and-brimstone version. Mine is a loop, and the loop is not the couch. It is 2:47 AM that same morning,… Continue reading The Last Thing She Googled
RideQuest: Now Serving Airspace Morgana had been driving for RideQuest for three years, protecting her 4.97-star rating with the intensity of a medieval dragon guarding a hoard of gold. She had mastered the gig economy gospel: vegan leather seat covers for the algorithm, spring water after learning that lesson the hard way, charger cables in every format known to humankind,… Continue reading Broomstick Express
Wren and Marlowe had been engaged one year and living in two separate apartments the entire time, because between Marlowe’s course load and her closing shifts at the diner, and Wren’s modest paycheck acquiring books for the university library, actual cohabitation had always seemed like a nice idea for someday. Someday arrived the week Wren’s lease ran out, and the… Continue reading Misfit House
A short story about a storage unit, two idiots who won’t say it out loud, and the fine print nobody reads. The bidding on unit 214 started at ten dollars, and Sam was already doing the math on resale before the auctioneer finished his sentence. Her math was always bad. It never once slowed her down. Wren stood a half… Continue reading Everything Must Go
A Short Story This one came from a question I couldn’t stop turning over: what happens to the stories that never got told? Not lost in a fire or a flood — just quietly buried. Wrong time, wrong gender, wrong connections. The usual story. I started pulling on that thread and ended up with Maxine, a woman suffocating in a… Continue reading The Lost & Forgotten Library
I waited by the window with my nose pressed to the glass, I watched the mail truck rumble down our street and then roll past. I checked the doorstep seven times before my breakfast plate, And paced around the living room and whispered, “Will it wait?” My very first real novel, printed, bound, and mine to hold— Not pixels on… Continue reading The Day My Book Arrived
A Romance in Three Parts Last week, I released A Haunting Before I Do—a supernatural thriller that plunges you into a bachelorette night where ghosts are real, vampires are your best friends, and magic comes with a serious learning curve. It’s dark, intricate, and demands emotional investment. It’s heavy. So this week, I wanted to offer you something different. This… Continue reading Double-booked
Winter Short Stories A story about the intimacy of shared silence, surviving January, and the slow recognition of something new. I’ve been thinking a lot about the concept of “wintering”—those necessary periods of dormancy when we retreat inward, when the world asks too much and we need to simply be for a while. January is the month for this. The… Continue reading The Tuesday Women
