Reflections on Feeling a Loss of Hope

* I woke up officially down in the dumps. It’s probably pretty shocking to some of you who follow my blog, a “safe space” for positivity and a place where lifting up others is standard operation. It’s always been my goal for Steph’s Scribe to inject a dose of  inspiration into people’s lives. But today,…

Friday Fiction : I Hate You (a flash fiction story)

On Fridays we write. Answering a prompt is a good way to stay in touch with your writing, storytelling, and creativity. In this flash fiction piece, the goal was to “write a story with the word ‘hate’ in it.” Simple parameter. I write a lot about relationships, mostly happy ones, and sometimes ones that are…

Fiction Friday – 30 Years Later

THIRTY YEARS LATER Kate crossed her legs and swallowed hard. She looked at her feet and wondered if the shoes were right. She played with the bracelet around her wrist and looked around the smokey bar, the sound of a cheesy Bryan Adams song filling in where conversations dragged. She wondered why she had ever…

What You Owe Yourself? Authentic Writing

  * Yesterday, I finished doing my first thorough edit of my new collection of short stories and poetry. Today, I am beginning the final review process. I look at these two things differently. During the editing process, you are still diligently working on the stories. You are editing, changing, rearranging, adding, subtracting, fixing mistakes…

Compare Yourself to a Hopeless Romantic

Do you believe this? This is the prompt I got handed today. COMPARE YOURSELF TO A HOPELESS ROMANTIC. But I AM a bloody hopeless romantic, so I can’t compare myself to myself! Look—some people know they are certain ways. For example, someone who’s a realist looks at the world through that lens—the lens of realism….

What To Do With A Broken Heart

We walk around in a daze. We make up lies and we tell them to ourselves. We go over and over it again in our minds as we attempt to decipher exactly what went wrong and who is to blame. We wonder if there’s any way possible we can fix it. We agonize, stop eating,…

Reconnecting with Simple Pleasures

There are only a few weeks left of summer, and I made an agreement with myself when I decided to pause for a bit from book promotion that I would reconnect with the simple pleasures of life for a few weeks. There’s something to be said for being able to do this, and to do…

When Did You First Fall in Love…with someone & with reading?

* My mother recalls my disconnect as a young kid with books. “You were too busy doing other things–you were a doer.” This statement comes despite my mother’s genuine love for books and reading and the library. If ever there is a role model for someone who likes to read, it’s my mother. She’s been…

Saturday Sonnet: Cracking

I wrote this poem years ago and thought I would share it here today. I’m putting together a collection of short stories and poetry that will be in book form soon. Here’s a sample.   Cracking, A Sonnet By Stephanie Verni Forlorn, the faltering heart has no reason to fill you with false hope and…

FRIDAY FICTION – A Short Story from a Collection

*** They can’t all be happy endings. While my novels always tend to have a happy ending, my short stories do not. I don’t know why they go down this way. It seems to me like short stories—writing in the short form—allows you to write more pointedly, and that, in turn leads sometimes to unhappy…

Second-Guessing Ourselves: A Mother’s Day Reflection

*** I always knew I wanted to have children, and I think at one point, I thought I’d have a lot of them. That was until my daughter almost killed me during delivery, and as well as from the aftereffects of said delivery. Honestly, if she had been born before my son, I would only…