Published Articles
New Published Article April 24, 2009
http://www.authspot.com/Short-Stories/Coming-Out-of-the-Dark.666213
A women escapes from a dangerous relationship.
” Oliver I’m here to tell you I miss you, love you, miss your scent, sense of humor, the kisses and hugs. You, Samantha and I lived a very long 13 years and it only seems cruel and senseless that you’ve been taken from us in such an evil sudden way. I pray some day when we are all together again there will be some answers. We give you this tree, this yard where you were loved by so many and your spirit will remain to guide others in all the positive lessons and honesty you gave us, but most of all yourself in your 13th year. I love and miss you more than I could even try to express.”
Avery, Oliver’s Mom, December 1, 1996 @ The Tree Dedication
My boyfriend, Reed comforted me by telling me that he had everything under control after my son died. He started collecting the mail and going through it. Too bad the actual reason he had begun collecting my mail was to start perfecting my signature. He told me he would keep our financial books while I was grieving. Cooking our books is a better way to describe what he was really doing. The mail collection had started to take on a bazaar twist. His notion of collecting the mail was just that. A plastic trash bag hidden in the far corner of a back closet accumulated all the mail that was distasteful to him. Anything that required paying fell into that category.
http://www.authspot.com/Short-Stories/Death-in-the-Family.652283
A young boy dies suddenly in gym class.
My mother and Reed met when my mom went into rehab. I never really knew my mother was an alcoholic but she was what you call a functioning alcoholic. She was never wasted in front of us, still took us to all of our activities, kept the house very clean, had friends, etc.
Reed had been my mother’s counselors in rehab. He was living in a tiny disgusting house with his repulsive x-wife and a wretched little daughter. She used to say she always felt safe with him since he had helped her so much when she was in rehab. She had no clue that the feeling of safe would turn into a feeling of fear after my brother passed away. None of us knew he had reasons of his own for “helping” her so much during rehab.
http://www.authspot.com/Short-Stories/Con-Artist.647649
A con artist starts to take over a woman’s life.
“Welcome to your first day in Rehab”, I said as I gradually looked around at my new set of patients. Surprise, surprise no one seemed pleased to be here. I had everyone go around and introduce him or herself and talk about what was the final moment that landed them here. I was half listening as I was also reading the patients files. I heard a pleasant female voice start talking which quickly turned into crying. I looked up and saw Avery Whitney for the first time. She was a stunning lady. She had dark brown hair, blue eyes and a wealthy air to her. She did not match the “normal rehab” clients that I usually have.
http://www.authspot.com/Novels/Recipe-for-Murder–Part-One.647041
A forty year old women meets a charming counselor who ends up being dangerous.
I never expected my first serious boyfriend after my divorce to be wearing the title of criminal by the time our relationship ended. I also never expected to be so familiar with the local Police and have a restraining order in my handbag. This is how it all ended.
http://www.authspot.com/Short-Stories/Sudden-Loss.648703
A young girl learns about death when her brother suddenly dies.
My brother is gone, my mother is gone, I have been unemployed for 6 months and I am 28 years old. You might be wondering what I did to wind up in my current situation. I hate to tell you that I did nothing to create this life I am living in. It happened suddenly and out of nowhere. It can happen to anyone. You can be the most loving caring human being and still have your life shattered numerous times. A person once said to me “God gives you only what you can handle”. Really? What the hell does that mean? Trust me I wasn’t born strong and if there is some reason for me still being alive I have no idea what it is. Who ever told God I could handle what he has given me needs to tell him to stop now!
http://www.socyberty.com/Advice/New-Puppy.641403
Fill the missing hole in your heart.
I lost my mom two years ago to cancer and since then I have struggled with feeling anything anymore. My best friend has an English Bulldog and kept telling me that a dog would help me. I kept putting it off until my position was taken away at my last job. I was now freelancing from home, in my best apartment, with my roommate who is a lawyer and Winter was just starting. It was a recipe for disaster.
