Post #5 of No Edit/No Read (Passive Voice)

It’s time for Post #5 of No Edit / No Read (Passive Voice). Writing in a passive voice is something I often struggle with in my fiction writing. This could be because of my extensive writing experience in the realm of business. I don’t know. But I find myself constantly rethinking sentences and actively reworking…

The Break Up

Eleanor Roosevelt was quoted as saying, "No one can make you feel inferior without your consent." Mary loved that quote. Eleanor had been a very wise woman, in Mary's opinion. And she carried the quote in her head like a secret superpower. Eleanor's voice, she called it. Mary drew upon this secret power throughout the…

Those Words

When he said those words, I wanted to run out of the room and hide in a dark corner of my closet. Maybe, until tomorrow, and everything could go back to the way it had been yesterday. I seriously considered doing it, for a moment. I was scared. It was a stupid idea, I know,…

Sticks and Stones

Now that she had finally shut her mouth, Debbie's face was a stone. She hadn't moved a muscle in twenty minutes. Will kept on talking, trying to pull her out of her funk. By God, he hadn't hauled that fifth wheel up a twisting, potholed mountain road for nothing. "So, that's karma, I guess," he…

Toxic

Ricky pounded another nail into the two-by-four of the kitchen island he was building. I could swear it was my very head. Every strike was a painful attack on my aching senses. "Ugh! I can't stand it." I wrapped my hand over my head like protective helmet. "What?" Ricky asked, without turning around. "My head…

The Firing

The dreary lighting of the cubicle quad made Jessica feel withered and forgotten. Concrete toned walls, desktop, and cabinets did nothing to liven the atmosphere, either. She could feel her freshly scrubbed, pink complexion, quickly blending into her grey confinement.     Her cube-mates, however, seemed unaffected. They were fresh, quick-thinkers with the vibrant energy levels…

Classy Asses

It had seemed a good idea at the time. An upgrade to “Premium Economy” was just a sliver away from First Class, literally. Annie and her husband, Richard, could easily view the goings on behind "the barrier", just an arm's length away. However, watching the ethereal movements of the pretty flight attendant as she catered…