If she’s still alive… (MB #19)

Bursting into the station like a mad soul, I entered the sheriff’s office without so much as a knock. Skipping the pleasantries, I went right to the point, ‘What have you found?’. Agent Thompson and John were looking at a computer screen where the image of a woman being interrogated appeared. ‘Who is that?’ I…

Grandma’s wisdom…(MB #18)

Days went by in a haze and my hopes of ever finding Mia went with them. Sleepless nights and mediocre days slipped through my fingers as the chances of ever seeing the one I loved disappeared. I couldn’t understand how no one could tell me anything of her whereabouts, how no one could shed some…

He begged in the end… (MB #16)

For the next few days, I engaged in a routine some would deem boring and almost unbearable. I woke up everyday ready for a new day, took care of feeding Loki and played with him as often as I could in the patio. Hunter had brought Thor back from the farm as well, so I…

Because I love you… (MB #14)

I clocked in earlier and instead of having dinner with Hunter, I sulked in the guest room he had assigned me to, all alone, fighting my stomach’s protest at the smell of what I could only assume was roast. Loki had abandoned me to sleep by Hunter’s fireplace in an adorable furry ball and I…

The murder suspect (MB #11)

I began my morning in a blissful state with the strong aroma of my coffee and the pinch of cinnamon in it. After the make out session with Hunter, I finished my breakfast and let him go to check on the rest of the animals on the farm. Since my initial plans of starting to…

I am my own muse…

Writing prompt of the day: Write about your muse – what do they look like? What does your muse do to inspire you? My muse can be no one else but me. A 22-year-old woman with the unmet emotions of a ten-year-old little girl. Someone that strives to overcome her fears and her past and…