About Sherry424
If you were to throw up your hands in exasperation and yell "it's the story of my life," what would you be talking about?
seeing a story idea as a best seller that I didn't get to write.
Besides SMITH, I read stories at:
textnovel and the grocery store.
In bed I like to read:
the back of my eyelids
My favorite story of all time is:
Gone With the Wind
Right now, I'm reading:
The Borgia Bride, by Jean Kalogridis
My Favorite Stories
My Stories
- True recession: Leprechauns billing for rainbows.
- Me, chaste. He chased. Hasty. Lucky.
- Why iron Christmas tablecloths? Matriarchal tradition.
- Published six words. Next goal: ten.
- Love was the gambler who folded.
- Vitamin C for vampires? Blood oranges!
- Vampires! Screams evolved into erotic dreams.
- When you want cake, don't settle.
- Blood pressure taken after kissing. Wowie!
- A dangerous kiss is sweetly chaste.
- Scary books make the bumps louder.
- Looking back, glad Mom said no.
- Mom encouraged, scolded, worried and loved.
- Mom died but not her love.
- Mom indulged, encouraged, scolded, worried, loved.
- Yesterday, I knew. Today, I hope.
- Mental bubblegum: for chewing the fat.
- Sleep by numbers bed; lost sheep!
- We are all orphans without love.
- Blood sisters bleed longer than others.
- Elder sister to an only child.
- Writing requires good ideas and chocolate.
- NASCAR race makes left brain dizzy.
- Sex Education: Aspirin between knees dissolved.
- Lunch irony: going out; brown bag.
- Signpost for dieting procrastinators: Almost There!
- In flatulence we trust HEPA filtration.
- When did my legs become roadmaps?
- Pickles, pregnancy, puking, pain, premature. Priceless.
- "House" becomes "home" in his arms.
- Twenty years and still holding hands.
