I have not been published "officially" as of yet, but yesterday I took my first stab. A fellow author reached out to let me know about a call for submissions with the theme of Loss or Pain. Several story ideas flooded my mind, but one hit the closest to home. Have you ever been dumped... Continue Reading →
Let me see here, what was I doing in my 20s…oh, yes, I was going out six days a week, working through a hangover and then catching the hair of the dog. I danced on bars and crowd surfed at the HFS Festival. Had a few lap dances from some lovely strippers that impressed me... Continue Reading →
Leaving a children’s activity center the other day, I took a different way home to get gas. Standing on the corner of my small country town was an elderly woman dressed in rags and waving me over. I feared she was in distress, so I pulled over to ask if she was okay. She had... Continue Reading →
I am not a photographer, but I love to dabble in it a little. A few days ago the weather was simply amazing. It reached the mid-70s at the beginning of November, which is not the norm here in central Maryland. For a change I only had one little one with me, so I strapped... Continue Reading →
Chapter 5! Moving right along. Shelby is greeted by Kory in the Tech House and Emmanuel, one of the runners, talks to her about what’s to come. Renee makes contact, striking urgency. Writing for different characters is challenging. I’m trying to make each one unique in their actions and speech. It helps when characters are loosely based off of friendships I have or a personality trait I possess.
Baltimore Zombies 005
The Tech House
By Melisa Lewis
I wake up still gripping the book bag on my chest, though the knife has been taken from me. The room is lit with morning sun coming from the windows outside of the room. Without the window facing the hallway this cave-like office would not have any natural light. Jason is at the desk again, or still — I’m not sure which.
“Did you take my knife?” I ask, snarkier than I intended.
“I didn’t want to wake up with a knife in my chest,” he doesn’t look up from his papers.
“I wouldn’t have…”
“Save it. You’re not the first person I’ve bunked with.”
“All new people stay with you? That sounds exhausting,” I cannot imagine having a revolving door of strangers coming through my bedroom. I wonder how much this bothers him.
“No, not everyone. Just people that have…
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