Molly plucked up her infant to run. The dragon's wind whipped her skirts. ©2017 Kecia Sparlin; 198 words
"Her gaze skimmed broken toys, gaudy parts in states of disassembly and electronic disrepair."©2017 Kecia Sparlin; 100 words
"...the young people among whom she rode spoke pidgin Russian." (A Pansy Tale)©2017 Kecia Sparlin; 198 words
...groans muffled from the back seat of a rusty Nova SS in a parking lot. ©2017 Kecia Sparlin; 100 words
I never saw a star as lovely as the one I saw with Jubilee.
Nick and young Charley jawed side-by-side on the box.©2017 Kecia Sparlin; 100 words
Revising and editing the last few thousand words of The Farmer's Daughter is taking nearly everything I've got in terms of buckling down and grinding it out. I've lived with this thing for nearly a year, so sick of each... Continue Reading →
You have an explorer's heart. You should have been a pilot.
Her fingers twitched with reanimation.;©2017 Kecia Sparlin; 100 words


