Category Archives: The Red Dress Club

Fiction or Flashback?

I never could have imagined being friends with the cool guy.  Me, the dorky, socially-inept, least popular, barely seen girl in high school and Jeff, the baseball player at the local community college, blond, all American good looks. He dated the head cheerleader. They were quite a handsome pair. I didn’t date anyone, ever. I…

Is this some kind of joke?

Mandy was exhausted. She and Ethan had put their little cottage on the market and had happily began house hunting. They had hoped to find something closer to work and Eva’s daycare. And hopefully before their next child was born, due in only a few

Asinine to Zoloft

A writing prompt came my way. Blindly, I said I’d do it. Cheryl, (yes, I’m calling you out) said write a post using each letter of the alphabet…or something. Delightful, yes, this will be delightful. Except for the fact I may lose reade

My first love

…I’m putty in your hands Im under your spell You send me spinning You pull me in close,You throw me away I keep coming back like a boomerang. You tell me to go,You beg me to stay. I keep coming back like a boomerang Round and Round and Ro

Where I plot the death of loved ones.

Oh, did you really think I would be so mad as to plan the murder of my family? Why when I can keep them around to torture? Come on. No, today’s post is brought you by the lovely ladies of the Red Dress Club.  They presented this prompt: I truly

Red Writing Hood: A wolf in sheep’s clothing?

Sorry for yesterday’s melodrama.  This song sort of sums it all up: Do you have the time To listen to me whine About nothing and everything All at once I am one of those Melodramatic fools Neurotic to the bone No doubt about it Sometime

Saying Goodbye to the Bunny

Ha!  I’d like to see a showing of hands of those of you who thought that title meant I was retiring a favorite, um, bedroom toy. Uh huh.  Yeah, I expected as much. Damn, I’m good. I’m sorry to disappoint.  That’s another story, and I call

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