Writing Samples
On this page, you can find a few relatively recent writing samples of mine.
My intention is to update the samples from time to time to keep them representative of my current writing.
If you have questions or would like to see something specific, feel free to reach out!
My intention is to update the samples from time to time to keep them representative of my current writing.
If you have questions or would like to see something specific, feel free to reach out!
Feudal JapanShiori’s neutral, artificial smile became warmer, more genuine, as his dark eyes found hers and he spoke those softly emphasized, honey-sweet words. With you. With her. She wanted to believe him, more than anything in the world, and most of her did. But there was still that sliver, tucked away in a corner of her mind, that left just the smallest of bitter aftertastes to the sweetness. Had she simply seen and heard too much already to believe that life could really be that simple?
Fed up with her own doubt, she pushed the negative thoughts away before they could overwhelm her and eclipse the happiness of the moment. Like Michinaga had said, all they could do was move forward – and they would. She just hoped that he hadn’t noticed the dark cloud that had moved uninvited across her mind. Without taking her eyes off of his, not even to check whether they were still alone in the garden, Shiori began to approach him, one elegantly measured step after another, until she was standing right in front of him. When they were this close, she had to slightly tilt her head back to maintain eye contact. She tilted her head slightly to one side, a serene half-smile on her lips as she did so. Her expression never quite seemed to match her inner world these days, she found herself thinking as she let a couple of moments pass like that. Inside of her chest, her heart was pounding – racing – as she considered what she was about to do. Could she really just touch him, out here in the open like this? Perhaps she should have made sure they were indeed alone first, but she couldn’t look away now. Instead, she slowly lifted one hand until she could rest it softly against his cheek. She left it there for a drawn-out second before she allowed her fingers to start moving again – her eyes leaving his to follow their movement. Her fingers traced his cheekbone with a featherlight touch, traveling back and down along his jaw until she reached his neck just below the chin. Once there, she let her hand just hang in the air between them as her gaze slowly returned to his, lingering briefly on his lips, trying to gauge his reaction. She couldn’t fully believe it herself, what she had just done. She had always admired his beauty, the clean features of his face, but for as much time as they had spent together in the past, she couldn’t remember a time when she had dared to touch him like that – much less in a place where they could have been seen. Could she, now? Was that a way in which their dynamic had changed? And those eyes on hers… What had she ever done in life to deserve the way those eyes looked at her? Unable to simply stay like that quietly for much longer, she opened her mouth to speak but found no words initially. Lips remaining slightly parted, she took another breath before she tried again. Her voice came out as a low, half-whisper – but sounding more confident than she would have expected it to. “What are you thinking, right now?” |
Urban FantasyHeels click-clacking against the stone floor, Summer strode confidently up to the post boxes. The touch screen lit up automatically as she stepped up in front of it, allowing her to quickly type in the 8-digit code. A quiet buzzing sound emanated from the internal machinery while in processed the request, followed by a satisfying *pop* as the door to one of the compartments swung open to reveal its contents.
Some days she really wondered how they always seemed to know where to send things. Now, of course, they tended to know where she was at most times. Anyone with half a brain didn’t simply let their hunter, or whatever they preferred to call her, run around freely. That was exactly the way to get yourself killed if they decided to turn on you. But even so, she couldn’t recall a time when a target package hadn’t arrived in a post box or safe deposit box merely blocks away from where she was staying, always accompanied by a text containing the address and whatever codes she would need. It was rather neat, actually. Keeping her leather gloves on so as to not leave any unnecessary traces, she retrieved the black folder from within. One shapely eyebrow rose and she snorted slightly as she noticed the post-it note on the outside of the folder. Thought you’d appreciate a challenge. A challenge? Well... Easy assignments were usually to be preferred, but every once in a while? She could do with something a bit more… fun, something with a bit more danger to get her pulse going just a little quicker. She had been planning to take the folder back to her room before she opened it, but now she was curious. She turned around, leaning her back against the wall of post boxes and scanned the area in front of her carefully. If there was no one there to see and no one seemingly coming to pick anything up right that moment, having a quick look could hardly hurt, right? After removing one glove with her teeth and tucking it into her plain black Coach purse, she pulled back the elastic bands holding the corners of the folders together and opened it, quickly turning the first page over to reveal the contents. And then she froze. She knew that face. |