The most recent installment of the Literary Lion challenge that I undertook was surrounding the word “Merry.” Unlike most of my pieces, this one is true to life. Thanks for stopping by to check it out and enjoy! Christmas in July (172 words): My husband and I have very different ideas of Christmas. I learned this last…
Warmup Wednesday!. (100 words on the nose, using the photo prompt.) The Great Wall stood, crumbling and sad, decades of neglect taking their toll on the once magnificent structure. They passed through the holes at the base made after the last world war by those attempting to flee the carnage.…
“Go!” I whispered, pressing Bea forward and glancing back to see Tommy haul John back into the tunnel. A black flashlight was lying in a puddle. Tommy nodded to me as we ducked under the decaying wood, just before a spray of gunshots rang out. “Hold your fire!” From between the boards I could see…
The dogs barked an alert before the knocking began. Bella glanced at the two blonde-haired children leaning on the table, oblivious to the disruption as they smeared paint across sheets of paper. She hurried down the old farmhouse hallway to the heavy front door, shooing the dogs away. Bella peered through the glass panel and…
For the twenty-four hour writing competition (or “Joust”) offered by One Throne Magazine, a piece about four kids escaping the violent aftermath of a dissolving civilization.
“It’s always darkest before the dawn,” her mother said, sitting on the edge of the bed, looking down and stroking her black hair. “Things will be better in the morning, you’ll see.” Then she stood, the long red robe billowing slightly behind her legs as she walked down the hall into the darkness. Xalba knew…
She crouched, loose strands of black hair matted to her face from the dense, humid air. The moisture was so thick it created a fog that obscured her view through the giant green leaves. Xalbadora leaned her head forward slightly and closed her eyes. The low, guttural sound came from five meters to her left,…
Flash! Friday: Vol 3 – 27. The curtain fell as thunderous applause echoed around the old theater. The actors trotted off stage left towards the dressing rooms, leaving the director and his protégé. “David, that was amazing! How’d you manage to find someone so convincing for Alec?” The…
Warmup Wednesday!. Cold, black water lapped against the boat’s chipping paint. Hidden by brush and trunk, she contemplated her next move. “Come with me.” His words echoed in her mind. “Meet me at the guard house. We’ll get a fresh start, together.” Her friends had stared, slack-jawed, when she’d told them. “The most…
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “A Dog Named Bob.” “Bob! Bob! Come and get it, boy!” I round the corner, bumping against the edge just in time to see Nana pouring syrup all over the contents of a plate. One of the floral-patterned china plates, no less. “Morning, Nana,” I call to her,…
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