Inhale escapism. Exhale reality.
She saunters into the small bar in the back of the hotel, her high heeled black leather platform boots thudding on the marble floor. There are only a few people sitting at the tables and a couple of eyes look at the direction of the noise. She slides into a seat at the empty bar, […]
Read MoreThere are many different love stories present in our everyday lives. From the greats of Brontë and Austen to The Notebook and those others that we all are probably guilty of flipping through on Netflix on a monotonous Saturday night. Or the rest of us who prefer to bury our faces in the romance novels […]
Read More“Rum and coke, please” she tells the bartender and slides onto a bar stool. He asks for her ID, which she gives him. He raises an eyebrow at her, questioningly, earning an eye roll from her in response. “Yes, that’s me. Different time in my life,” she answers his unasked question. She drums her fingers […]
Read MoreWell, I did it. I decided to conquer one of my biggest fears and post up my first scene. Not the first I ever wrote, but one of the first ones. Please be kind when reading. Being potentially judged on creativity is a pill I’m still trying to swallow. I actually wasn’t going to post […]
Read MoreShe walks down the empty hallway in search of a quiet and cool place to get head together and stops in front of a set of old, French double doors. Hesitating, she pushes them open, revealing a steel and narrow walkway that opens up to a small balcony. She walks onto it, tentatively, fearing what? […]
Read MoreMy writings never have a beginning or an ending. I always said I write scenes, not stories. I am a storyteller because I create these short stories, but there is no intro or ending. It’s usually the climax, and then, it abruptly ends. I’m not sure why I do this either. I’ve thought about it […]
Read MoreI mentioned in my introduction post that I write as a form of escapism and my writings have absolutely (99% of the time) nothing to do what is going on in my life. It’s just a brain-break or whatever the equivalent of that is. Let me elaborate… Imagine you’re working on an extensive project – […]
Read MoreCertified Public Accountant. Amateur vacationer. Closet storyteller. The first time I ever wrote anything, I think I was 10? Maybe 11? Somewhere in middle school. It was a Harry Potter fan fic. Nothing crazy like what’s on Wattpad and those websites. It was a very innocent cute first puppy love kind of story. It had […]
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as told by jaylee 