Writer's Block

I'm in a rut. But don't worry! I'm working on my first review. Hopefully that'll get the juices flowing.

30 Day Writing Challenge

Since I've been having some insane writer's block, I decided to do something a little personal and a lot of fun! Tomorrow will be my first official day! Join me! Add your writings to the comments OR Email them to me at literarylust@outlook.com if you'd like me to post them anonymously.

Merry Christmas!!!

Hey Lovelies!!

So I am writing this very post on the Christmas gift my husband got for me this year. I am so excited about it. There are times where I think he doesn't hear me when I speak or understand why I want what I want, but he pulled a huge surprise on me this year. I have been looking into getting a 2 in 1 laptop for awhile. I wanted something that would fit into my purse for when the mood to write struck me. I didn't think it was going to happen, but BAM! he showed up today with this lovely thing.

We have our ups and downs, but I love that man something fierce.

Have a happy holidays!

Eli's Struggle Flash Story

Flash Story 12/7/2015

                “Faster, faster, I gotta keep running,” I think to myself as I slide across the kitchen floor. I turn down the hallway and fly into the bedroom. Glancing around, I jump onto the bed and head towards the window. “Ah! Its blocked by the headboard!! Quickly, quickly.” Speeding back down the hallway, I race towards the balcony door. The silly screen is closed! Silly humans! How am I supposed to get away! Running behind the couch I spot my salvation. My tower. Barely touching the first ledge, I launch myself up, up, up. Finally, I’m safe. Wait! It’s still after me. I spin and spin but I can’t catch it. I hear my human yelling at me, telling me to stop attacking my tail. What is this tail? This creature is stalking me. I must catch it or get away. I paw, claw, and bite at it and just can’t seem to get it. One day, one day soon.

Question of the Day!

My biggest obstacle has always been myself. I talk myself out of doing things. My determination is lacking. I don’t believe I’m worthy or capable of achieving what I want. It took a long time, but I’ve realized that I am my only obstacle. Everything else can be dealt with easily.

Flash Story Ideas!

Hey everyone! I need a prompt for my flash story post. I am planning on dedicating Fridays to flash stories. I figured I'd get some input from my followers. Just comment or email your ideas!

Thanks!

Passage from my writing

This is an unedited and very rough draft. Comments are welcome. :)

As I walked up to the training headquarters, I felt small and inadequate. I couldn’t believe I was here finally. The tall, indistinct gray building loomed over me, making me question my choice of being here. I felt the same familiar prickle on the back of my neck. I paused and glanced around looking for the source. I haven’t learned to trust my instincts at all times, but this time it was stronger than ever. Someone or something here had an extremely malicious mind set. I just pushed the feeling aside, figuring they probably had prisoners held somewhere near. I gathered myself, held my head high and marched myself through the revolving glass doors. Once inside, I took a deep breath and headed towards the receptions desk. A young man, late 20s sat at the desk, looking like someone had kicked his dog. I approached him with my best smile and said, “Hi! I’m a new recruit and I’m looking for the orientation room.” He huffed, rolled his eyes, then raised his gaze to meet mine. I was instantly paralyzed by his copper colored stare. My body hummed with alertness. He eyed me head to toe, he was grinned, a cocky quirk of his lips and said,” You sure you’re in the right place, squirt? I do believe we have a height requirement.” I bristled at the name. I’ve always been short. Just under five feet, it’s my one sore spot. I steeled myself, and returned his icy glaze, “Yes, I am in the right place. My name’s Sam McCoy. I should be listed as a new recruit.” He squinted back at me, and turned to the computer. I watch as he types with a determined look on his face. He pauses, eyes racing over the screen. He stops looking puzzled, glances at me and then back at the screen. He turns and looks me in the eye, “Can I see some identification, please?” I roll my eyes and pull out my wallet. I hand over my ID and wait. He glances at my ID, to me, to the screen, “Samantha McCoy? We only have a Sam McCoy in the system.” Trying my damnedest to not scuff at him, “My full name is Samantha McCoy, I go by Sam. Just check the birthdate. I’ll even give you my social if you don’t believe me.” He looks over the at the computer screen, his eyes widen, and says, “birthdate, please?” “January 10, 1987.”

“Huh, okay. Welcome to Quantico, Ms. McCoy, “ he replies. ”Sorry about the misunderstanding,”