Writing Prompt 037

writing prompt 037

One of these days, I am going to say no.

But when she looks at me with those gorgeous blue eyes of hers, how can I? Every time, ever since she was first born, she could wind me around her tiny little porcelain finger. That’s not a bad thing, right? Every father should love his little girl like the princess that she is.

Even when she was yelling at me, my heart always seemed to melt. I didn’t show that of course. Dad face was firmly in place. But inside, all I wanted to do was make her happy. And sometimes you have to do that the hard way. If I gave her everything, how awesome would she turn out? Probably a spoiled rotten brat, which doesn’t really work if you are supposed to be raising a princess. No one likes a spoiled princess. I want to have one of those regal, special, kind princesses for a daughter. You know, one like my wife.Read More »

Writing Prompt 036 ~ Meeting on the Bridge

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Caleb felt his side start to hurt. That ever-familiar stitch in your side that warns you to stop running. Fear grasped at his lungs, making it even harder to breath. He sucked in the frigid air, it’s dryness sucking his throat dry. He choked on the lack of moisture, and clutched at his chest in a futile effort to calm the fire in his lungs.

He pulled to a stop, the rocks in between the railroad ties rattling beneath his feet. Placing his hands on his knees, he looked back the way he had come. He probably ran the longest he ever had in his life. He couldn’t even see his usual marker that told him how far he had gone.Read More »

Author-y Q&A Part 2

Finally! It is up! I apologize for the delay between part one and part two, but I got it edited and ready for you to view! I hope you enjoy my answers to these fabulous questions that my Goodreads followers submitted!

You can follow me on Goodreads here.

Also, one last reminder, my novel BOUND will be taken down in just two days, so if you want to read it before it before it disappears for a time, head on over here.

 

By God’s Grace,

Victoria

To the Heart-Shapers. . .

The Heart-shapers

The Heart-Shapers

Who can understand until they’ve been in that place,

The overwhelming joy as they gaze into that tiny face.

As they count each and every tiny finger and toe,

And kiss over and over again their little button nose.

That joy cannot ever possibly be expressed,

To do so with words, you would be extremely hard pressed.

So instead of words, actions must do;

With these is only true love ever shown to you.Read More »

Writing Prompt 035

This prompt was super exciting!!!! It turned out so fun! I love the sass and sarcasm that the MC totally just took on. I wasn’t planning her to be this way, but she had a mind of her own and ran away with the story, and a bit of my heart.

Also, just to let you know, my book BOUND that published as a serial here on the blog will be taken down in one week in preparation for editing and publishing. So, if you are in the middle of reading it, or want to give it a read before it comes off the internet, now would be the time. I will be taking it down next Wednesday, May 17th. Anyway, on to the prompt!

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“Well, the best of the best weren’t available. . .so we got the best of the mediocre.” My boss, Duke frowned with his comment and avoided eye contact with the girls face.

“O. . .K. . . I guess I will take it from here.” I felt awkward, but I cut him a glare. He always was so rude.

He squirmed slightly under my righteous indignation and I felt comforted to know it had rung true. “Yes, well, I will get back to my office. Show her what to do.”Read More »