Flash Friday Fun: To Be Young Again

This week’s installment of microfiction is a theme:

Friday Flash Fun: The Smelly Microwave

And so it begins! A fun challenge for myself. A push to practice creativity. A little something to look forward to at the end of the week. Week 1: First mine: Mad Mama (248 words) Synopsis: Mad Mama will have her way with the microwave. The real question: which Mad Mama wins in the end?…

Thursday Thoughts: Some Flash Fiction Fun?

Tomorrow, I bring you the first in a series of Micro-Flash Fiction prompts. I’ll start with an item from my writing game box, use it with some parameters for anyone who wants to end the week with some flash fiction fun: genre, an item and a situation.

Writer Meme Monday: My Weekend…There was WRITING!!

Thursday I gave in. I got YET ANOTHER email from NYC Midnight about the Flash Fiction Challenge this past weekend. I’m in a writing group, in which about half of us are dedicated NYCM writers. I was not writing this time. Nope. NOOOO. Not me. Busy summer with kiddos, business, working on edits for my…

#WriterMemeMonday: Flash Fiction Challenge! 48 hours of writing craziness!

This was me, at oh-dark-thirty on Saturday morning! (Sort of.) The prompts went live for the NYC Midnight Flash Fiction Challenge #2 at 2359 Friday night. I was fast asleep, but woke early (thanks, Mother Nature), saw my prompts and my imagination went wild! Don’t you love when that happens? Let the forum feedback frenzy…

Friday Fictioneers: The Way Out

Beads of sweat slip down her skin. The leather of her shoes sticks to her feet. White heat bounces off stucco walls. Identical alleyways, one after another. Salt laden air drifts through, teasing her left. Waves pound rocks. The sound swirls in her ears, pulling her right. How did I get here? How do I get out? She rounds a…

The Paths We Choose (Friday Fictioneers)

The road less traveled. The way paved with good intentions. Neither quote eases the pain, unravels the coil of struggle wound tight in my soul. The Road Not Taken. Mr. Frost found words that resonate. Where would I be now, had I followed the other path? I stare up the broken steps.The road I chose…