More Than Sunshine

Why must I obey this little orange overlord? — A few days ago, I was sitting at my desk, writing. My back was to the room, just as it is now — so maybe what happened next was deserved. Perhaps one of the Zombie Twins was guarding the litter box. Perhaps they were demanding a toll for its use…

The rivalries never end — I have a water gun sitting next to me. It’s the surest way to break up a cat fight. In fact, all I have to do these days is shake it. My cats hear the water, pin their ears back, and slink away from each other. Mostly, Scooter and Fat…

A little inspiration for your weekend — Here’s a new thing I’m going to start doing — Friday Writing Prompts. If you use one, please tag me (@srstowers) so I can read and clap for you. I’ve organized the prompts by genre, but you can switch things up and use the prompts however you want. For instance…

They are not the same thing — I dreamed heaven was visible in the sky. I looked up, and there it was, a castle in the clouds. In my dream, I realized it had always been there, and I had just never noticed it. You know how some dreams just really make you feel? This was one…

Especially in a skirt — This past Monday morning, I misplaced my keys, specifically, the key ring that has my house key, my sister’s house key, and my really-expensive-if-you-lose-them office keys. I retraced my steps, looking in all the places they could have been. It was time for me to leave for work, but I…

In case you ever wondered what it’s like — Years ago, a student of mine told me all about Wattpad and encouraged me to check it out. He had started writing on it and thought perhaps I, too, might enjoy the platform. I said I’d check it out — but I didn’t. Not until yesterday. Had I visited it…

I did all the talking, as usual — Fat Zombie has been sitting on my lap a lot lately. Basically, any time I sit down to write, Fat Zombie climbs onto my lap, making it difficult to find a place for my laptop. He’s on my lap right now, in fact. I talk to him when he’s on…

My adventures camping in the mountains — I hadn’t been camping in years, unless you count camping at a music festival or a historical re-enactment event. The last time I camped — really camped — was when I was twelve — and the rain flooded the tent my sister and I shared with our snoring grandmother. We…

I’m sure he didn’t mean to — Last night, in the darkness, a monster pounced on me and ripped my flesh with its claws. And by “monster,” of course, I mean one of my cats. It was exactly 10:23 p.m. (because I always check the time when I am viciously attacked). The cabin was dark, but I…