Peppermint-Sunshine

Daily writing promptWhat would you do if you won the lottery?View all responses If I won the lottery and it was eight figures, I would pay off my student loans and my sister’s. Then I would my us and my dad a newly constructed house. After that I would start a publishing company and film production company. For charity I’d create a nonprofit to teach children and adults that need help with…

“You see what happens when you get slick with U.S. Marshalls.” Quinton slid the driver’s license across the black granite island. Kiara slapped a gloved hand on the plastic card before it descended to the stone floor that chilled the soles of her sock covered feet having her contemplate the no shoes or in her case no snow boots in the house rule. “Shut the hell up.” She hissed. Kiara glared at…

Part 9 As Lela poured the milk chocolate chips into the buttery, sweet taupe batter her tuition deficit was the farthest thing from her mind. What occupied the capacity of her cranium? Harmony. How was Harmony feeling? What was Harmony thinking? Why were Harmony and Wes arguing? She wanted to know how Harmony was coping; better yet she needed to know how Harmony was coping.  Right now, if she…

Chapter 8 Ethan toyed with the ring box in the pocket of his cargo shorts. It took him seventy-four minutes to find it lodged between two floorboards behind the door but he needed it. After he threw the ring box against the wall yesterday and cursed Leslee’s name she cornered him in the hallway after dinner as he came out of the restroom. “You’re right, I’m wrong. Try again,” was all she said…

Part 13: Sweet Antidotes “You jackass.” The word seethed from Katrina’s lips as she stood in the doorway of the kitchen in the house she thought she’d grow old in. The black granite counters contrasted nicely with the raw oak floors and eggshell walls that were decorated with earth-tone abstract canvases. The vases on the dining table and island were still adorned with delicate peonies. An ocean…

Chapter 21: Friendships and Obligations Sex with Keir informed Katrina of two critical bits of truth; she was kind of out of shape and lacked endurance. Could she walk up two flights of stairs without breathing like Darth Vadar? Yes. But could she run away from Mike Myers all night? Hell no. She had four months to correct that if she was going to get through at least ten hours of labor. Which…

What’s your dream job? This is one of the easiest question for me to answer. My dream job is to be an author. I would love to make a living, support my life financial with the creations that I craft. However, that is a lofty goal but I’m a big dreamer so I’ll still go after it. What’s your dream job?

Do you spend more time thinking about the future or the past? Why? As someone who thinks about the future and the past, I tend to ruminate on the future more. It’s probably my need to have things planned out and be prepared for the situations that may come. However, my vast imagination can lead to overthinking, perfectionism, and anxiety. So, this year I’m trying to ponder on the future while…

Part 8  Harmony couldn’t shake the pain off. It felt like she’d been in a fight with a jungle cat, leaving deep gashes all over her body, oozing blood and throbbing at every move she made. Unfortunately, her wounds weren’t caused by any feline. If they were she could just go to the hospital, get them bandaged, and pop a Vicodin. No, this was no ordinary pain. The culprit wasn’t some massive cat…

What makes you feel nostalgic? Two things make me feel nostalgic: movies and TV series. The first four seasons of Smallville take me right back to high school. I still can’t watch Waiting to Exhale, This Christmas, Friday After Next, and Poetic Justice nor the second season of Dead Summer because even though I like them they were some of my mama’s favorite films and I haven’t reached that level…

Part 7 Lela sat outside Dean Richards’s office waiting for only God knows what. She nibbled her fingernails wondering why she was summoned to the Western-style decorated office from her sociology class. She eagerly stared at the secretary, a middle-aged woman floating somewhere between fifty-four and fifty-seven. Lela read the glowing time on her cell phone anxiously waiting to be ushered into…

Happy New Year! It’s officially 2024. There are a couple of things I want to bring into the new year that I cultivated at the end of 2023. The many ones would be fearlessness. I took big leaps of faith without letting the fear of unknown variables stop me. Another aspect I want to bring into 2024 is shedding my need to have things perfect, be that with writing or making content. Life isn’t…

Chapter 8 “Your ass should hurt.” Nevada declared as Garnet skated over to the dasher board with her arms out and her knee slightly bent. The smile on her face wasn’t as uneasy as her balance. She clung to the dasher board with yellow gloved hands that matched the earmuffs enraptured by luscious curls she spent forty-eight minutes that morning detangling, moisturizing, and coiffing after last…

Chapter 8 “What’s that?” Asia asked herself looking at the back of her neck in the floor-length mirror. She rubbed her finger along the horizontal sliver at the top of her back. She’d never seen that precise scar before. Her brain brought back nothing from the sight of it. No pain, no story, no nothing. A void clung to her mind. She could call back every moment and every tale that came along…

Chapter 7 Ashlyn ran down the creaking stairs as the morning rays poured over her make-up-free face.  Even without the concealer, mascara, and eyeliner, she was still breathtaking with her round hazel eyes, semi-plum oval lips, model long legs.  Spandex shorts cleaved to her toned thighs like a second skin as she pranced to the kitchen with a spring in her step thanks to the extra firm mattress…