Just got tagged in the Kreativ Blogger Award round robin by the delightful Lisa Shambrook (check out her awesome blog). The Rules: 1. Thank & link back to the person who nominated you. 2. Answer the ten questions. 3. Share ten random facts/thoughts about yourself. 4. Bestow the Kreative Blogger Award on seven bloggers ...
Late night. Foggy road. Notbody around to see. Nobody around to tell. Question is: will you? Five Sentence Fiction is hosted weekly by my lovely friend Lillie McFerrin. She provides a one word prompt and participants use it to create a...
Bare As Bones Standing along the shore at the edge of the cove, Simona sees the mainsail fluttering in the breeze above the cool blue of the water. She knows the lines of the ship as well as the curves of her own...
Sometimes, you have to let go and let your hair down and let fate get a good long look at just how far you’re willing to go to change her mind. Ain’t nothin’ new is ever gonna happen if you don’t kick worry to...
A smile. An encouraging word. A thoughtful gesture. Each day people interact with us, help, and make our day a bit brighter and full. This is especially true in the Writing Community. Take a second to think about writers you know, like the critique...
In Celebration of Mother's Day . . . A poem written for my son while we were on an afternoon fishing expedition, just the two of us. (2001) your feet are wet and tangled in seaweed mine are dug into the sand ....
You say that life is simple here, that people are friendly and food plentiful and the pacific breezes gentle as a goodnight kiss. You say that I’ll come to love the customs of the country, the nuances of the language and the long, languid...
I come from a long line of dogged descendants so I rarely throw in the towel on a project or concept, but that’s exactly what I did after a yearlong battle with Voice Recognition Technology. I first heard about VR when an author I...
He greets her begrudgingly. “Evening, Councilwoman.” Without preamble, she says, “I need your help, Bailey.” He shrugs. “Not interested.” “They located another detonator.” He squares his shoulders. “This has always been our ugly little dance, hasn’t it? Well, let’s get on with it.” She...
Mrs. Pembroke’s Preparatory For Peculiars is world-renowned for its low standards, in that one need only perpetuate the rumor of peculiarity to be permitted entrance, but the new kid propped against the principal’s door appears particularly peculiar, his jaunty cockscomb jet black and slicked...
Today, we’re going behind the scenes to see how I dream up my Five Sentence Fiction pieces. Let me say right up front that there is no magic involved. I’m sorry to disappoint you. And no, I’m not holding out on you. If it...
The moment her hands were free of the webbed manacles, she slammed them palm up against the wall and the prison multiplex ignited in a flash of color and chaos. Staring at her through the swirling concrete dust, he said, “Who the hell are you?” “I’m...
Under the streetlight, his words are intimate as shadows. "I have danced with other partners but never have I danced so passionately as when you are in my arms. Under the streetlight, his hands are liquid motion. "You have danced with other partners...
I have killed thousands. I will kill thousands more. Blood is my birthright. Death my handmaiden. Sovereignty my strong right hand. I am not a man, plagued with conscience. I am an empire, immutable and unforgiving. They say I am mad. What do they...
The slick shale of the Taruan cliffs gave under Katalia’s boot but Gorgon steadied her with a wing, the speed and strength of the parchment thin skin and intricate bone webbing surprising her. Looking out across the cerulean Ogee Sea, she said, “I believe in...
“I am no bird; and no net ensnares me; I am a free human being with an independent will.” - Jane Eyre, Charlotte Bronte
Blackout by one of Lynda Barry’s WHAT IT IS students
Work in progress— Four of Diamonds
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