"Don't grab him like that," Mary said sternly, pulling her son Carson away from Sam. Sam looked down at their son, seeing the red indentations left on Carson's arm. He felt something catch in his throat as he saw the boy's wet eyes fill up like the ocean tide. Sam looked up at Mary, her … Continue reading Homefront
I said that I wasn't going to upload a chapter without having the next one completed, but I caved. I posted chapter six to Wattpad without having chapter seven done. I know, I broke my own rule. Unfortunately, it had been two weeks since I uploaded anything for Frigid Nights and I needed to give … Continue reading Broke my own rule for Frigid Nights…
It's very difficult to write consistently every day. Like, very difficult. Sometimes, even writing the next 200 words to a story seems so overwhelming you just can't bring yourself to do it. Writing a story can be similar to writing a term paper in some ways. The actual act of writing it isn't incredibly difficult. The … Continue reading Consistent vs. Binge Writing
David made his way out onto the land that his family has owned for generations. His great-grandfather bought the fertile land back in 1890 and it has been the family farm ever since. Back then, the land was moist, soft, and dark. His great-grandfather decided to plant cotton on one side of the thirty acres … Continue reading “The Shepherd”
He got a tingly sensation at the tips of his fingers, like when he would slide his hands through the blades of grass of the front lawn. He recalled the smell, the lovely scent of fresh-cut grass, the tickling of the blades as they gently touched the nape of his neck, back when he was … Continue reading Blades of Grass – Short Story
Drew Schroeder 