(This week’s edition of A Creative Space features the beginning–a prologue–to the very first novel I wrote called Wild Cherries. I call it my ‘practice novel’ lol. It will never…
Trust Me (Part II) (read Part I HERE) …Somehow, I landed in some deserted, hilly no-man’s land. It was not familiar at all, and I was doubly confused as I…
Trust Me The plane was nose-diving toward the ground. We were about to crash. Everyone around me, though, seemed oddly calm. Even Joe, who was seated next to me, seemed…
At UCLA, one of my favorite things to do was watch the men’s basketball team practice. This was before they started closing practices. This story was written after one of…
The blue plastic lunch table, 3rd from the swings, is where we always sat at Arroyo Elementary School. Cafeteria lunch trays were never seen on our table. Brown bags, some…
After that, I pretty much gave up. Each Friday, I continued to write and erase, but I let go of my dreams of beating Susie Sloan, seeing my paper on…
I think I peaked in sixth grade. As a writer, that is. Maybe romantically, too, considering that was the year of my epic first kiss with Collin Crosby, the boy…
She strutted down Main Street like a Parisian model. Her designer dress wasn’t purple; it was aubergine. Her shoes weren’t high heels; they were Manolo Blahniks. Jaws dropped as she…
Time machine. A sweatshirt. Something thick and metal so I can bash in Jenny Martin’s knees. I wish I had any of these things instead of this blossom of blood-red…