Photo by Daria Shevtsova on Pexels.com You can read my young adult, supernatural thriller, 27, chapter by chapter as I write it at 27. The novel opens in Venice Beach, California, with a young woman named Josie who has an unusual talent: when she sings, otherworldly things happen around her. She usually sings to the …
Tag: coming of age
27: Chapter 3
Photo by Dominika Roseclay on Pexels.com I did it. I finally made my decision. When I was helping Gary set up his exhibition at 18th Street Arts earlier this afternoon, it hit me right in the center of my chest: I’m singing tonight. I’ve been fretting over this decision for the last week. Ever since …
27: Chapter 15
Sway Hanalei courtesy swayhanlei.com An unfamiliar impulse has me in its grip. I want to go shopping. It makes me laugh to think about how long it’s been since I’ve actually wanted to go shopping. It’s not like I never go - I do, but it’s usually quick in and quick out. I go straight …
27: Chapter 16
Hanalei courtesy balihai.com I saw something weird, but mostly disappointing when I walked back to the motel from Sway Hanalei. And that something helped me figure out where Gary's been. I walked back the mile or so to the motel on “cloud nine,” as Gary says. Not a care in the world. I think I …
27: Chapter 17
Tahiti Nui courtesy LA Times “Take it! Take another little piece of my heart now babaaaaayyy!” The young Hawaiian man in a tropical shirt sings from the stage at Tahiti Nui. “Break it! Break another little piece of my heart, oh darlin’ yeaaaaahhhh,” he continues. I’m peeking in between columns watching what must be Kala’s …
27: Chapter 18
Tahiti Nui courtesy eater.com The decision to sing with the band was far less dramatic than I thought it would be. About halfway through my Mai Tai, when I started to feel the alcohol course through my limbs and sour my stomach, I agreed with Kala. Somehow, it did feel right for me to sing …
27: Chapter 19
Photo by GEORGE DESIPRIS on Pexels.com “Are you OK?” I ask Kala as I kneel down and put my hand to his face. His ponytail is splayed out above his head on the gravel road in a mess of curls, and pain is contorting his face. “Get closer to me, Josie,” he whispers. I lean …
Stoner Girl: Part 1
There are beavers everywhere and no one cares. Courtesy WTOP News The guys called our favorite hang-out spot “the old road.” It was a good name because the spot was literally an old, crumbling road only accessible by foot. When you were on the old road, you could see the faded yellow traffic divider lines …
