TWISTED OBSESSION Available On Amazon!!!!

I’ve been doing the happy dance since Monday. Why? Because my new book is finally here!


Baby or no baby, Finia’s determined to live life her way.

Too bad that doesn’t fit Miki’s version of a happy ending. He owns her. No leeway. If she fights back, then he’ll make her regret it.

Miki will get his perfect family by any means necessary.

Here’s an excerpt for TWISTED OBSESSION:

He scratched his head, keeping steady eye contact. “What do you want me to say?”

“The truth, Miki.”

“I didn’t. I wouldn’t.”

Finia shook her head and wiped a tear from her eye. “Goodbye.” She began walking again.

“Wait!” He dashed in front of her, blocking the way. He kept his hands in his pockets to ensure he wouldn’t touch her. “Now isn’t the time to talk about this. Can we wait until I take you home?”

“Why? So you can come up with a lie?”

Miki frowned. “This is a happy moment for us, don’t you see? We’re having a baby. We should be celebrating. Not fighting. We should be calling our families with the good news.” He dug his phone out of his pocket and smiled. “Come on, let’s call your dad first. He always wanted to be a grandfather.”

She folded her arms across her chest. “There’s nothing to celebrate.”

“You don’t mean that. Take it back.”


“Finia, don’t talk like that. Don’t say our family isn’t worth celebrating,” he whispered.

“Family doesn’t do what you did.”

“I didn’t do anything.”

“Your lies are why I’m leaving.”

This wasn’t the last of it. Now that Finia was carrying his baby, they would be together forever, whether she liked it or not.

—If dark, twisted, and creepy stories are up your alley, then give TWISTED OBSESSION a chance to scare ya. It’s available on Amazon, or if you’d be willing to give an honest review, then I can give you a free copy.

Keep smiling,

Yawatta Hosby


My 2016 Writing Resolutions

It’s never too late, so I came up with my 2016 writing resolutions:

1. Finish editing my old novels (at least 3). It’s time to make a decision–throw away or save and revise

2. Write, edit, and publish at least 2 books

3. Submit short stories to magazines, journals, and anthologies

4. Utilize the website Critique Circle

5. Keep a steady blogging schedule and continue to interact with like-minded people on forums

6. Join author and book events to get my name out there in the local community

7. PROTECT my writing time!!!!!

8. Write 2 screenplays and 5 short films

9. Study the craft of writing (already taking a screenwriting class, a freelance writing course, and a novel workshop)

For all the writers out there, what are your goals for 2016?

Keep smiling,

Yawatta Hosby

Flash Fiction Prompt #4


Prompt: Restraint

It’s my own fault, I guess. I have a habit of bottling up my feelings, so one small thing can set me off–just from built up anger.

It may not be true, but I think I better stay silent. I better remain calm and not show any emotions.

Because let me tell you, I’m pissed the fuck off.

The stranger on the bus is yelling at the driver, causing him distress. If the stranger makes the driver lose concentration, then heaven forbid, the driver accidentally runs through a red light or runs off the road.

What is the asshole, sitting in front of me, thinking?

That’s the problem–I don’t think any thought process is going through his brain. The stringy gray hair asshole is probably drunk. Bipolar. Or just an entitled asshole.

Around ten minutes ago, I had turned up my iPod to tune everything out, but the guy’s screaming surpasses my Wale verse.

I look out of the window. Why won’t the driver take an exit and pull over? He needs to kick this guy off the bus. Why continue arguing with him? I just don’t get it.

A mile later–only fifteen minutes away from my Walmart stop–the bus stops in the middle of the busy intersection!

The driver stands and turns toward us. Pointing his finger at the asshole in front of me, he says, “Get off the bus! I’m tired of hearing your disrespect.”

“Are you crazy? I’m not getting off. Drive the damn bus!” He rises from his seat and rushes to the front of the bus.

Still no one intervenes. Not even me. I close my eyes and sigh. This can’t be happening right now…

I open my eyes and gasp. A mac truck is heading right our way! It slams into the bus, forcing us forward. I land on top of a young woman and her small boy. We’re squished between the seat and the bumper of the truck.

I say a little prayer before I take my final breath.


If anyone would like to join me and local author MT Decker in the 42 A Day Flash Fiction Challenge, then please let me know.

Keep smiling,

Yawatta Hosby

Flash Fiction Prompt #3


Prompt: Shiny

“What are you talking about?” Kendra asked, setting the dish cloth on the sink.

If her roommate Danielle asked her one more time to wipe the stove when it was already shiny, Kendra would scream.

Absolutely scream!

In a calm voice, Danielle pointed at the left end burner and said, “See right there. There’s a spot.”

Kendra screamed.

Danielle covered her ears.

She didn’t even try to stop Kendra. She didn’t even show any emotions. She simply continued to cover her ears.

After a short while, Kendra stopped screaming, satisfied that she got on Danielle’s nerves.

Danielle put her hands in her pockets, twirling her right foot. “So…that spot. Please clean it.”

Kendra hated everything about obsessive compulsive disorder, including her roommate.


If anyone would like to join me and local author MT Decker in the 42 A Day Flash Fiction Challenge, please let me know.

Keep smiling,

Yawatta Hosby

Flash Fiction Prompt #2


Prompt: Rings

“What are you doing? Get up. Get up, please,” I pleaded.

He remained on his knee.

I broke his intense gaze to scan the busy Daily Grind. To my surprise, none of the customers or the baristas even paid any attention to us.

That made me feel quite better. To be honest, I didn’t know what that said about me. Well, actually I did…

Ever since my childhood, I’ve hated attention. From my family. From my friends. From acquaintances. From strangers.

Well, you got the point…

Beginning to feel comfortable that we didn’t have an audience, I took a deep breath and glanced into his handsome aqua eyes. “Yes, I’ll marry you, AJ.”

Smiling, he stood, caressed me into his arms, then kissed me with all abandonment.


If anyone would like to join me and Mary in this fun 42 Flash Fiction Challenge, let me know.

Keep smiling,

Yawatta Hosby

I’m Honored That My Book Was Chosen For The MHS Creative Writing Club!!!

I’m a firm believer that writers should help other writers. I followed my dream later in life, wishing I would have started earlier, so I love hearing when teenagers say they want to become authors. I like to support whenever I can. For Christmas, I gave a bright young girl a writer’s kit (a notebook, a writer reference book) and a One By One paperback.

I’m thrilled to have met Hailey, my coworker’s daughter. I can’t wait to see one of her novels published in the future. 🙂 

She enjoyed my book so much, that she nominated One By One for the MHS Creative Writing Club. With the approval of the teacher, they voted on books. Mine won!


I’m very honored. My dreams of an author are coming true–having a short story in an anthology and having a book club discuss my books.

This news was definitely a pleasant surprise! I haven’t stopped smiling all day.

Keep smiling,

Yawatta Hosby

Flash Fiction Prompt #1

1/1/16 Prompt


It’s all my fault. I can admit that to myself, but I don’t know if I’m ready to tell Damon that yet. He’s a ‘I told you so’ arrogant prick, and I’m really not in the mood to hear that right now.

I glance up at the clock.It’s four-thirty. I’ve never been so nervous in my life. At any moment, he’ll come back from his lunch charging through those double glass doors.

The lunch where he’s had plenty of time to think about me and how I disrespected him.

As the boss, he won’t take that lightly.

My co-workers are avoiding eye contact with me like I have a fatal disease and may be contagious.

Sweat falls down my forehead as I place a strand of hair behind my ear. Blushing, I continue to work on my spreadsheet. Any minute I may get fired. I’d have to swallow my pride then and apologize to Damon.

When he walks through the doors, I feel his eyes focused on me. I continue to stare at my computer screen, too afraid to look up.

Soon, I feel Damon’s presence. In fact, he invades my personal space. Turning my head to face the music, I look him in his hazel eyes.

He smiles weakly. “I’m sorry, Yvonne. I appreciate all the hard work you’ve done for me. I shouldn’t have added the stress of another assignment.”

I almost faint but simply smile back. This won’t help the office rumors that I’m Damon’s favorite.


If anyone wants to join me and fellow local writer Mary Decker in the 42 Flash A Day Challenge, then please click on the link.

Keep smiling,

Yawatta Hosby

2015 In Review

The stats helper monkeys prepared a 2015 annual report for this blog.

Here’s an excerpt:

The concert hall at the Sydney Opera House holds 2,700 people. This blog was viewed about 43,000 times in 2015. If it were a concert at Sydney Opera House, it would take about 16 sold-out performances for that many people to see it.

Click here to see the complete report.

Check Out Ginger Harman’s Blog To See My Latest Book Review

I haven’t guest blogged in a long time, so I jumped on the chance when fellow local author, Ginger Harman, asked me to write a book review for her blog. We both love to read. And, we both agree that writing doesn’t have to be a lonely activity. I’m happy that I met her.


If this book looks interesting to you, then please check out Ginger Dawn-A Spice Below the Horizon’s blog to see what I thought of this horror short story collection. Here’s the link: Guest Book Review: Tales From the Graveyard by Susan Shultz.

Keep smiling,

Yawatta Hosby