It’s My Blogiversary!

Dearest Readers and Roses,

I’m two years old! *blows party horns* *shoots confetti guns*

I would have prepared more for the celebration, but it snuck up on me, and I’m back at school. I can’t believe it’s been a little less than six months since my last 100-word story; it appears that my terrible twos came early, if having the terrible twos means I’m going on a blog-writing hiatus.

With the extra time since I stopped updating this blog, I have worked on several other writing projects, including the completion of NaPoWriMo and Camp NaNoWriMo. The progress is slow, but going. Isn’t it always?

If you’re interested in some recent content, I’ve been posting book reviews on my main blog, so go check those out if you haven’t already.

This online shindig will have to do. I cut a virtual slice of cake for you. And there’s punch on the far table. :) As always, thank you for reading and sticking with me for two years. <3

-ck

100-word story: control

Dearest Readers and Roses,

Every week I post a 100-word (more or less 5) story. Here is this week’s:

She dropped her shirt on the floor, and its soft whoosh was the only sound in the room. He sat on the edge of the bed, legs open, chest bare. She studied the fuzz in the middle of his chest. They had been together for a year, teasing each other, only enough that it hurt him because she couldn’t go all the way. It had taken seven boys and fist-throwing breakups for her to learn that her body was hers and she was in control. She stepped forward and put her hand on his chest. Warm. Finally, she was ready.

Your feedback is the only way I can improve. Throw whatever you have at me in the comments.

Many thanks,

-ck

100-word story: snowflakes

Dearest Readers and Roses,

Every week I post a 100-word (more or less 5) story. Here it is:

She looked into the white sky and watched her breath evaporate. It evaporated like he did the day he found out she was pregnant. He wasn’t ready to search for the ranch-style house where they planned to build a tree house in the oak tree and a gazebo in the center of an overgrown rose garden. He wasn’t ready to relinquish his other girl and commit to changing diapers. He wasn’t ready to coo comforting words to her growing midsection. He wasn’t ready to stay. Fingertips brushing her swollen tummy, she closed her eyes, and the snowflakes kissed her eyes.

Your feedback helps me improve. Throw whatever you have at me in the comments.

Many thanks,

-ck

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