rejection, stories, Writing

My Dead Hookers

They lay there, stripped, twisted, and shamed, but pretty in all their potential. I flip through their pages, like silken hair, wondering what went wrong, searching for that first sign of trouble. It is there, hidden deep between lines and the words. Their stories bleed ink, so giving and feverish with want and need, to… Continue reading My Dead Hookers

love, rejection, Writing

Rejection

As always, amber light spilled through the cracked door and I slid inside his office, stealth as a feline, gun heavy and hard in my hands.“Janet,” he said, looking up from a mound of manuscripts I knew would be in the trash by morning, along with an empty box of Chinese food, and all the… Continue reading Rejection