So, I just picked up Tarot For Writers by Corrine Kenner from the library (amazon link) and I already love it – seriously, it’s going on the To Buy list. I got Tarot cards this past Christmas and started learning all about the cards and how they were organized, Major vs. Minor Arcana and the…
Category: Fiction
Quick Fix: Misery Loves Company
MISERY LOVES COMPANY by: Jennifer Gregson The door clicked behind him as I picked up the pace, trying to catch up. The heavy metal door was harder to open than I thought it would be. Once inside, I noticed music playing – it wasn’t loud. The lights weren’t that dim either, but it was definitely…
Quick Fix: The Man of My Dreams
THE MAN OF MY DREAMS By: Jennifer Gregson Dear Diary, Killing someone is harder than it looks. I should have used a gun. My old bow and arrow worked, but it was messy. See, a few years ago, an old witch cursed me. She cackled when she did it too. She claimed my dreams would…
Quick Fix: Because You Loved Me
BECAUSE YOU LOVED ME By: Jennifer Gregson “I should have dumped your ink a long time ago,” Sylvia said as she tried to open the fountain pen. “You can’t, I won’t let you.” The pen wrestled out of her hand and started scribbling something on the nearby pad of paper. Sylvia stood, stunned that the…
Quick Fix: Just Gone
JUST GONE By: Jennifer Gregson “Landing procedure beginning.” The mechanical voice echoed through the empty ship. I glanced out the window and saw the dark red planet growing bigger by the minute. I shut my eyes and swallowed hard. Please don’t crash, I said out loud to no one. The past few years had taken…
Quick Fix: Loser
LOSER By: Jennifer Gregson “You are a loser.” Roger stared at his reflection in the bathroom mirror. His head hurt. The party had been loud, but the music couldn’t drown out Mindy. Everyone saw her dump him. Everyone saw her leave with the captain of the football team. Everyone would be talking about it on…
Quick Fix: Nothing Better Than a Good Story
NOTHING BETTER THAN A GOOD STORY By: Jennifer Gregson Lola turned the street corner, her heart racing. “Yes!” she yelled, dropping to her knees. She wiped her hands on her blue and white Monroe High School cheerleader sweater. “I found it, I finally found it.” Practice that morning had started as usual, but then she…