My Writing

Sitting back against her chair, Avery tapped her pen against her clipboard in a steady beat. The rhythm calmed her mind and helped her to...

(Based on a true event) I can’t feel my body. I try to open my eyes. Flakes of stones settle before me. My arm holds me against the wall...

Cream curtains sweep the walls of the ballroom. A gleaming chandelier hangs over an eloquent dance floor. All around the room people...