Women's Fiction Writer
It wasn’t supposed to be like this. Perpetually overlooked, constantly stepped on, and always longing for someone to notice her. It had been too long. It feels like a lifetime of being hidden. She wouldn’t be ignored anymore. Tonight, will be the night that he finally sees her. She’d been watching him for a long… Continue reading The Doorknob: A Short Story
He walked by the table and dropped a napkin. Trailing his friend, who was loudly talking on his cell phone the entire thing seemed staged. The first man meant to distract us while the second man, walking close to me, too close, drops a napkin next to me. Something he wanted only me to see.… Continue reading Get Out Now
As they sat in the relative safety of shaded alley, he focused on her body. Sitting still with her eyes closed, she was highlighted by a diffused low light coming from a weak lantern near the back entrance to a restaurant. Her muscular frame rippled under her sweat soaked shirt sticking to her body. The… Continue reading Mapped with Scars
Trying to dust off my writing brain and get out of the non-writing funk I have found myself, I decided to write this prompt. "Write the days of the week as people." Sunday thinks he is an 18th century gentleman who doesn’t or shouldn’t work. He wants to spend his days playing golf or tennis… Continue reading Days as People Writing Prompt
Deanna Delaney 