
Short Stories
In 2020, some friends and I started a virtual group for all types of creatives to connect and collaborate. It morphed into a creative writing group that has lasted 3 years, where we take an hour each week to create a fictional piece of work off of a few word prompts. Here are some of those creations.

Trying Not to Let Bitterness Build
On my way to Anna’s baby shower, I stopped at the bank to get some cash. I hate when banks only have outdoor ATMs. It’s like you’re asking to get robbed. I know they have those little reflectors to see who’s coming up behind you but typically by that point it’s too late. But whatever, I am running late and I am trying not to let bitterness build.