Harmony Stalter
Bio
Writing has always been a hobby for me. However, it was not always something I thought I was any good at. After writing my first book, things changed. I obtained my MA in Professional Fiction Creative Writing from the University of Denver.
Stories (2/0)
Year 2022
The year 2022 saw many people struggling to survive. My house was no different. Despite working a full-time job, we still struggled to make ends meet. We continually struggle to pay our bills and put food on the table. With the rising cost of everything the money we do make goes to keep a roof over our heads and the lights on. We have little to no money for weekly grocery shopping.
By Harmony Stalterabout a year ago in Confessions
Margarite
I met Margarite for the first time at the Millhop Bar and Restaurant. Millhop is located is Ocklawaha, Florida, a small town on the outskirts of Ocala. It wasn’t a very big place, mainly only locals frequented it. Every now and then a passerby going from Daytona to Ocala would stop in. There was not much to look at. The booths were red, the tabletops were beige, the floor was a white and gray marbled linoleum. The bar took up the back wall, where there was an open window to the kitchen. The stark white tiles reflected the overhead fluorescent lights. The walls of the bar where the same boring beige as the tabletops with the same fluorescent lighting as the kitchen. I was a waitress. She came in with a group of friends, all men. She sat by the window. One man sat on her left, and the other two sat across from her in the back booth. It was almost midnight when they strolled in. She was the leader of the group. You noticed her long before you noticed any of them. She had the classic beauty you only seen in the movies from the 40s and 50s. Her raven colored hair was pinned to her head in an up-do. Her sky blue eyes shone against her opaque skin dabbed with a little bit of pink blush. Her crimson colored lips stood out. When she talked that is all you paid attention to. She was stunning, and I could see why these men flocked to her. As I walked to their booth to take their orders, she locked eyes with me. She smiled as I approached. My green eyes never left hers.
By Harmony Stalterabout a year ago in Horror