Sunday, September 16, 2012

Words Are Puzzzling...a story (104 words only)


Words Are Puzzling
By MR aka Naila Moon of the Grey Wolf

I sat across from him and watched him carefully. These were only brief periods of time that I was privy to. I knew not to disturb him because to do so would break his concentration. 

With his favorite pen poised in his hand, he wrote the words deliberately, only pausing momentarily to think upon one or another. The words flowed from him rather quickly and for that reason, I was so often amazed.

He looked up briefly, smiled at me and said, “Words are puzzling.”
He then returned to his diligent  and tedious work.
After all, Grandpa was the king of the crossword puzzles.






Jenny Matlock

Saturday, June 16, 2012

My Fiance...a story


My Fiance
By: MR aka Naila Moon of the Grey Wolf
Written June 16, 2012...All rights reserved


There he was,
he looked as fine as the last time I saw him.
My, that blond hair and those blue eyes.
Oh, he still makes me swoon.


He saw me from across the room
and started walking toward me.
That swagger of his,
that same confidence he always had,
yes, it was still there.


Oh my, what would I say to him.
Had it really been a decade since
he left me at the altar?
Yes, but still…
I wanted him so.


Just one little word from him and…
Here he comes closer!


Hello, been a long time.
Let me introduce you to my husband.














Jenny Matlock

Sunday, June 10, 2012

Having It All?...a story (106 words only)



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Having It All?
By: MR aka Naila Moon of the Grey Wolf
All rights reserved June 10, 2012

I am dragging my bag a little bit slower today.
It seems so much heavier than the day before.
Why wouldn’t it be? After all, I hit the mother load of dumpsters, cleaned the place out before the rest of them got their grubby hands on it. 

 I am going slower. 

Maybe it’s because I keep hearing his voice ringing in my ears from all the times he slapped me. 

“You could have had it all!” he’d say.

God, how I despise him! Oh, how I did love him…at least, in the beginning.
I am on the streets now and no longer afraid.

I am free.
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Authors note: This story is fictional in nature and fortunately for me not one I have had to endure. However, there are many women in this country and around the world that have endured physical abuse, mental abuse or both.
If you are in these kinds of situations, please seek help. There is a national hotline number for the U.S.: 1-800-799-SAFE (7233)
~Naila Moon


 Jenny Matlock