Misha Alsleben
Trademark owner of Lilwritinghood
Wife & Mom Fueled by ;
Caffeine & Gratitude, when I’m not writing you’ll find me raising awareness about our planets needs , in the kitchen ,outside with the family, taking photos or in a bookstore.
Grimm In Love,
I watched as tears rolled down my face while the graveyard emptied from the funeral happening a few plots over. Sitting down beside her freshly dug grave felt weird. It had been 3 weeks and she still felt like I lost her yesterday. Feeling the wind pick up as the air got chilly. I looked up to see a hooded black figure, blinking my eyes I assumed they were clouded with tears. That was until it moved closer and closer, before standing just on the other side of the headstone I sat in front of. I blinked watching as he brought a sithe out of his cloak. Gasping I sprung up and walked backward a few steps.
Misha AlslebenPublished 2 days ago in Fiction
Love Note's In Paris
Cafe Au Vieux Paris d'Arcole Julia‘s hands closed over the box sitting on her desk that was covered with brown paper. The fourth mysterious package to show up at her stoop with no knowledge of who they came from. The adventures they led her on, though, were just as exciting as they were, confusing to their origin.
Misha AlslebenPublished 7 days ago in Fiction
Sapphire Siren
“Lillian, I don’t know if this will work, or if it’s a good idea. ” ” Finnegan is right Lillian you could get hurt” I looked between them as Finnegan and Kipper gave their input. Finnegan‘s massive body looked small compared to the wrecked ship we were swimming near. While Kipper’s bright orange body made him stand out, he looked like a small sardine in size with his tail curled neatly as he floated next to Finnegan. I swam in circles, admiring my sapphire blue tail as I swam gracefully and thought about the issues we were facing.
Misha AlslebenPublished 9 days ago in Fiction
Baker Street
Prisms hung in my living room, the light shining through refracting rainbows onto the wall. The beautiful patterns instantly brought me back to the childhood summer. The one that not only changed my life forever but gave me a new appreciation for life and the things that some take for granted. Thoughts of Mr.Pendleton always made me smile as I watched the prisms dance on the wall. Returning to the recipe box in front of me I looked down. Carefully thumbing through the recipes inside, the neat handwriting on each card bringing me back even further to that summer.
Misha AlslebenPublished 15 days ago in Fiction
Tempers & Kisses
“What’s up buttercup?” A familiar voice came from behind me, interrupting my thoughts about the competition that was about to start.
Misha AlslebenPublished 16 days ago in Fiction
Saving A Princess,
He hit her again. Immediately her already blackened eye swelled up for the third time this month. The castle was a prison made up of stones and guards that once upon a time kept her safe. A tear escaped the Princess’s eye, rolling down her cheek.
Misha AlslebenPublished 24 days ago in Fiction
Reese's Peanut Butter Cheesecake
My husband's birthday was this last weekend. June 19th , which is also now a National Holiday June-teenth commemorating the emancipation of enslaved African Americans. It is also often observed for celebrating African-American culture. Originating in Galveston, Texas, it has been celebrated annually on June 19 in various parts of the United States since 1866.
Misha AlslebenPublished about a month ago in FeastDon't Look Under The Bed
“What do you mean he’s gone?!” “They took him, Sally, right from above our bed ! “ “What will we do Charlie,” Fred asked
Misha AlslebenPublished 2 months ago in Fiction
