My #Horror Short, Lars’s Muse, Is On the Web Today. Thanks Wicked Shorts Blog!

Hola. Do you like horror?

Do you like creepy? Do you like handsome lead singers of popular boy bands?

If you do, then head on over to the talented author’s Avrin Kelly’s blog, Wicked Shorts, and check out my short story: Lars’s Muse.

Keep smiling,

Yawatta Hosby

P.S. It’d be cool to hear what you think if you read it 🙂

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

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