“Crossroads gods are indifferent,” Djola remarked.“None of the gods care for us.” Awa sighed. “If they exist at all.”“A skeptic.” Djola touched her cheek. “We

“Crossroads gods are indifferent,” Djola remarked.“None of the gods care for us.” Awa sighed. “If they exist at all.”“A skeptic.” Djola touched her cheek. “We
Got a thirst? Time to quench it! This is an apricot and blackberry gose fromĀ @lagabiere, part of their Tiki Sour series (the other one being
Hello again, faithful readers! If you’re new to this series, I wanted to experiment/practice with writing openers for novels (with varying genres) based on an
A very spooky Monday to you (although perhaps this isn’t the year where I should be tempting fate with anything…)! Last week’s writing exercise was
“Claire gripped the steering wheel, pressed the accelerator, and crossed the junction as the light turned red. She drove back to her apartment by rote,
Happy Monday! I hope it was gentle to you. Last week, I started this series in an attempt to get the creative juices flowing a