Where was it? Dammit, he just managed to secure that little gem to trade for a hit and now it was lost. Sweating and shaking, he knew he needed it bad. He had to find that single earring. All of his mind began to fixate on the hit. Tremors were taking him over and … Continue reading Writer Prompt Challenge Accepted
I know what you are thinking... Bee? Two posts in one day? Yep. But this time I am placing out some of my actual fiction. And I want feedback. Even if it sucks! I would really love to hear if that comma is still killing my stories. (Obviously that won't be the only thing killing … Continue reading Two New Beginnings – Excerpts From My Writing
I never know how this experience will go until I step into the room. Today the coffee shop is so full of people and conversation that I can't even hear the equivalent of college crooners spouting their poor renditions of hits from the 90's. The off-white subway tile reflects the too bright canned lighting … Continue reading Eavesdropping at a Coffee Shop
“But these words people threw around - humans, monsters, heroes, villains - to Victor it was all just a matter of semantics. Someone could call themselves a hero and still walk around killing dozens. Someone else could be labeled a villain for trying to stop them. Plenty of humans were monstrous, and plenty of … Continue reading Is There a Perfect Villain?
'The breeze blew softly over the waves bringing in the smell of the north. Thunder echoed long over the vast lake now dark grey as it reflected the coming storm. Scattered all around her were rocks of all colors, worn smooth from their journey to the shore.' … Continue reading Busting Through Writer’s Block
I can never speak to the ideas of other authors. But I can speak for myself and those I know well who also write. Fictional men make my world better. Make our world better. When I first started writing I wanted to write adventures full of suspense and chaos. But every time there was a … Continue reading A Guide to Bee’s Fictional Men
At first we thought the black liquid was oil, that we'd struck it rich and that we'd be able to retire and live in leisure. We actually started writing down all the ways we'd spend the money. - Piccadilly Inc.; Complete the Story … Continue reading Breakfast of Champions
A Girl Named Bee 