CJ's Writer Thoughts

A Short Story by CJ Heck The dusty lane was very narrow. Little snippets of grass peeked through here and there between the deep ruts where...

Life is what we make it ...   A Short Story by CJ Heck  Anna was signing a birthday card for her oldest daughter at the kitchen t...

A Short Story by CJ Heck It had been years since Gillian had been down to the Keys. She had made a fateful decision twenty years ago, rig...

Flash Fiction by CJ Heck Katie blew the dust off the old size six shoebox that was tied with an ivory ribbon. She had carefully tucked th...

Mr. Beggar Man by CJ Heck Mr. Beggar Man, you were such a gentle soul.    Each day, you were dressed exactly the same -- a  stain...

A Short-Short Story by CJ Heck The moments are rare,   but when the mower is silent   and the hammer and nails   have joined the  drill...

Mocha Java Swirl Espresso by CJ Heck Libby sat scowling into her medium extra sugar, extra cream, Mocha Java Swirl Espresso. The s...

A Short Story by CJ Heck Sydney was stunned, as she swiped at an errant tear with her tissue. She had just left the courthouse and was ...