Stevie Howard
Bio
Well hello there.
I'm a nerd, a mom, and human that is addicted to caffeine. I suffer from some intense writers block and I even wrote a poem about it. I love to write and aspire to publish my own work in book format.
One day at a time.
Stories (6/0)
Eternal Grind
She had never liked D.C. at this time of year. It was wet, overcast and always dirty. It was just like living in London or Seattle. Cities weren't her favorite places to be. She enjoyed the small rural towns but people noticed everything you did. Not very productive for someone who hasn't aged in the last few centuries. Madison pulled her scarf closer to her face, looking for the restaurant that Tom had told her he was at.
By Stevie Howard2 years ago in Fiction
Eternal Grind
Madison stared at him from behind the espresso machine. This coffee shop had plenty of interesting customers due to its location, but few of them made the presence in the room change the way he did. He stood at the register ordering his coffee, the barista serving him stumbling over her words, face flushed. She had spoken with "Tom" at the register enough times to get a good look at his face. His scarlet hair was combed back and well kept, his green eyes piercing hers, rarely breaking eye contact with her when talking. His smile is devilish, perfect white teeth seeming almost fang like. Tall and slender, he moved elegantly. His well-tailored suit fitting him in all the right places. Most the girls she has worked with here swoon at the sight of him and most of them make fools of themselves whenever they're in his presence. He never seems to be more than mildly amused with their attempts to ask him out and rarely takes them up on it. Tom would usually pick up his order from the end of the counter, then retreat to be found in the corner armchair, one long leg crossed over the other with his "name brand" sunglasses propped on his head and some dusty looking book in his hand.
By Stevie Howard2 years ago in Fiction
