Follow me and – if compelled – count every word. This is the start of a flash-fiction journey. Stick around for the ride and fuhgeddabout everything else.
The holiday seasons is meant to bring out the best in people. Even to reveal their gift-wrapping abilities. That doesn't leave me very high up on the chart. I've watched countless "how to" videos, carefully tracking every move made; attempting to measure tape strands and holiday-themed wrapping paper, and calculating its placement; and remembering how... Continue Reading →
This is the first time in a while that we stopped at Starbucks to work. Then, it was homework. Now, it's work. I'm sipping on an unnecessarily convoluted named Starbucks drink, while I sit near a poorly sealed window, people watching, and writing without a care in the world. The thoughts that pop into... Continue Reading →
As a reporter, I spend most of my time typing up fact-based reports that would, on occasion, directly quote someone who wants to share his or her opinion. My reporting reflects an unbiased account of events or decisions. Even if someone throws in their opinion on the issue at hand, it should not - in any... Continue Reading →
Yes. I know. I'm behind two days on posts. When I started this challenge I had every intention of posting once a day for the next year. It's not that I'm procrastinating, I have a tendency of losing track of time. Let's face it, life catches up with you. Or maybe this post is a... Continue Reading →
If you haven't noticed by now, I'm a night owl. And it's not because Sundays are the Christmas Eve to my inner child - I'm not peeking over my covers pretending I'm asleep, while I wait for Mondays to find its way from the roof to the living room bearing gifts I begged for all... Continue Reading →
Kristina M. Nasuti