Slice of Life

With a forward slash the body in front fell to the ground, nothing more than a carcass the previously erroneously identified geek panted, a bloodstained sword clasped in his hands.

A terrible grin spread across his pale face, the blood spatter across his-

Her head dropped with a dull thunk against where her keyboard met the desk.

“Why did I think writing would be any kind of career again? All I seem to write are horror slashers that aren’t any different from what is already on the shelves in the local dime and nickel store?”

The sound of a vacuum cleaner went off down the hall, “This isn’t bothering you is it?” came the yell.

The loud noise actually soothed the slight migraine that had been picking up over the last half hour.

“No,” the young author wannabe smiled, “it’s rather like a nice white noise machine but with more functional use.”


Little slice of life kind of thing brought to you by Three Word Wednesday.

Thank you for your care

“How can this satisfy you?” she asks.

“Because I find that I am happy here.” I answer.

There is more to life than riches and gold, there is family and love and light.


Written for this week’s Trifectra:¬†http://www.trifectawritingchallenge.com/2014/03/trifecta-week-114.html

A short conversation like one I have had recently with one of my sisters. She worries about me and though I am glad for her love, I also know that I am happy where I am.

Voice Loss

Vocality is overrated

Ongoing lack of words, not a problem.

I‘m starting to see where this is going.

Conspiracy against me by the children?

Everything is starting to come together.

Life is never going to be the same because

Overall? I’m pretty sure that this will run it’s course.

So what is the reaction to laryngitis?

Simple word tossed around: whatever.


Written for this week’s Trifecta and thoughts on my lack of voice since the New Year started. The kids have actually been pretty decent about my inability to order them around. grins