Category Archives: my writing

Point and Shoot

This Picture was giving me such feels today, I had to write a piece inspired by it. At 4,056 words here is it. Enjoy! ~Ava Point and Shoot “Faith is taking the first step, even when you don’t see the

Point and Shoot

This Picture was giving me such feels today, I had to write a piece inspired by it. At 4,056 words here is it. Enjoy! ~Ava Point and Shoot “Faith is taking the first step, even when you don’t see the

Gone…

A late night musing about love and all its intricacies… *** Dylan thought Ashley was asleep and she was more than careful as her shirt brushed across her face with little more than a whisper. Ashley’s back was facing her,

Gone…

A late night musing about love and all its intricacies… *** Dylan thought Ashley was asleep and she was more than careful as her shirt brushed across her face with little more than a whisper. Ashley’s back was facing her,

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Unless…

Have you ever had that person that you are wholly addicted to? And yet you feel like you need to leave them alone. Better yet, somehow the universe forces you both apart.And worse still, you find that it might be

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Unless…

Have you ever had that person that you are wholly addicted to? And yet you feel like you need to leave them alone. Better yet, somehow the universe forces you both apart.And worse still, you find that it might be

Autumn Leaves and Heartbreak Scenes

Hi Lovelies, Fall is officially upon us, and an old jazz standard/ poem sparked some autumnal feelings the other day… Inspired by “Les Feuilles Mortes” (Autumn Leaves)  By Jacques Prevert *** I remember driving. My hand was resting on yours,

Autumn Leaves and Heartbreak Scenes

Hi Lovelies, Fall is officially upon us, and an old jazz standard/ poem sparked some autumnal feelings the other day… Inspired by “Les Feuilles Mortes” (Autumn Leaves)  By Jacques Prevert *** I remember driving. My hand was resting on yours,

Midnight Rain…

A little bit of a dark musing… *** It’s always raining when I think about running to you. It must be a product of my eager and over-active imagination. But it’s always raining. As though my external environment might somehow

Midnight Rain…

A little bit of a dark musing… *** It’s always raining when I think about running to you. It must be a product of my eager and over-active imagination. But it’s always raining. As though my external environment might somehow

Mars Vs. Venus: LIVE!

G’day and Happy Thursday! Hopefully, you’ll recall that at the beginning of July I released my first short story. (Please, for heaven’s sake tell me you recall, otherwise I’m just gonna forfeit my whole creative existence.) It was a look

Mars Vs. Venus: LIVE!

G’day and Happy Thursday! Hopefully, you’ll recall that at the beginning of July I released my first short story. (Please, for heaven’s sake tell me you recall, otherwise I’m just gonna forfeit my whole creative existence.) It was a look

The Harlequin’s Lover: a long time coming…

I have a very large, soft spot in my heart for lesbian fiction… in case you hadn’t noticed 🙂 Fully embracing the fun of writing erotic romance with both arms, I dove into a new story. A journalist is captivated

The Harlequin’s Lover: a long time coming…

I have a very large, soft spot in my heart for lesbian fiction… in case you hadn’t noticed 🙂 Fully embracing the fun of writing erotic romance with both arms, I dove into a new story. A journalist is captivated

Venus Rising and The Joy of Writing Erotica

I read a quote recently that suggested that, as an author, you write a short story every week. The point is…you can’t possibly write 52 bad stories. So I took the advice to heart, put fingers to keys, and set

Venus Rising and The Joy of Writing Erotica

I read a quote recently that suggested that, as an author, you write a short story every week. The point is…you can’t possibly write 52 bad stories. So I took the advice to heart, put fingers to keys, and set

Stay

Outside the moon was just rising. Big, bright, and full it dragged the ebb and flow of the lovemaking in the small studio apartment. Cassandra’s apartment was dark but that full moon cast silver lines of art across every surface.

Stay

Outside the moon was just rising. Big, bright, and full it dragged the ebb and flow of the lovemaking in the small studio apartment. Cassandra’s apartment was dark but that full moon cast silver lines of art across every surface.