Get Into Houa's Mind

Annabella stared at the three men around the campfire and wondered what their intentions were. The one who had taken off his shirt for her was now sitting by himself and sharpening his knife. His shirt was still on her and when they arrived at the camp, he had pulled another one out of his bag and put it on. There were only three bedrolls and she was wondering where she was going to sleep. She was exhausted as hell and could not believe her luck. When she ran off from the sheriff’s office, she ended up lost and before she knew it, she’d been captured by those men. They’d poked fun at her all night long each one fondling her for no longer than a moment before going off to do something else. But when night fell and the cool wind took place of the warmth of the sun, she saw the hunger in their eyes and it was the hunger that killed her. But someone must have been looking out for her because she was saved. She looked through the flames at the man who had saved her and saw that his eyes...

The cell where Annabella Worthington lay smelled of urine and vomit. There was a broken mattress and an old blanket lying on the side. Rats scattered back and forth as she lay there with tears streaming down her face. This wasn’t supposed to happen. She was supposed to be in Houston by now and in the arms of the man she was engaged to. Damn him for not picking her up. If only he had picked her up, she wouldn’t be in this situation. She brushed the tears back and ran her hands through her tangled brown hair. The hair she took extra care in putting together looked like a pile of melting ice cream on her head. The dress she spent two months sewing was now torn and covered in dirt and something she didn’t want to know. This could be the worst day of her whole life. No, probably not the worst day. Nothing could top off the day her parents died, but this was coming awfully close. Annabella Worthington, daughter of oil founder, Alan Worthington, was worth close to a million five and sh...

Hello friends! This weekend is the Minnesota Hmong New Year. It will be held at the River Center Xcel Energy building in St. Paul, Minnesota. It starts on Friday and ends Sunday for 3 glorious days of fun, fashion, and great food! If you plan on visiting or am going (if you're local) be sure to visit booth #16 where I will be with my cast and crew from my film, "Dua Rhe Ib Nplooj Siab." We will be showing our trailer, introducing our cast and crew, and handing out FREE posters. Make sure you stop by to take a photo with us and say hi. We'd love to hear from you. See you there!

She ran a hand through her hair and realized her hand shook. He must have noticed it too because he took her hand and held it. Just holding her hand made her feel stronger and she realized that she missed him. She missed the moments they shared, the laughter that used to roar between them, and the memories they created together. Leaving him had created a hole inside her heart and it took this long to realize that no one had been able to fill it, not even Jake.             “I should get going,” she said suddenly, wanting to distance herself from him.             She turned to go, but he called out her name. When she turned back around, he walked forward and crossed his arms across his chest, making himself look bigger than he appeared.             “Tomorrow is Lizzie’s birthday. We’re throwing a small barbeque at...

The smile on Gloria’s face faded as Anna turned and walked out. She passed a few people who were trying to give their condolences, but she ignored them and pressed forward until she saw Jake. He saw her face and walked toward her, taking her arm and pulling her outside to the parking lot. They waited until a couple walked in before Anna turned toward him and shoved him hard in the chest.             “How could you bring her here? Do you have any respect at all? This is my father’s funeral, not an open bar!” Anna yelled.             Jake threw up his hands. “She’s with me, ok? Where I go, she goes. If you can’t handle it, then it’s your fault.”             Scoffing, she replied, “It’s my fault? Right, it’s always been my fault! It’s my fault that you couldn’t keep your damn pants closed! It’s my fault that everyt...