This was written for Friday Fictioneers. Thanks to Rochelle!
The College Soccer Star
The shotgun reduces the ball to tiny black and white fragments of past tense.
It needed destroying. She believes that until she hears the thump of his crutches on the porch. Continue reading
I’m still playing with the new editor. We’ll leave it at that rather than have a rant fest.
This was written for Carrot Ranch.
Continue readingThis was written for Friday Fictioneers. Thank you, Rochelle!
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“Truth will tell,” Brandt’s mother said after the wedding. Continue reading
I am glad that I gave this a day, which added not only distance, but a better perspective. If I had written yesterday, I would have trounced this experience pretty soundly. Today, feeling as though the stress has finally been alleviated, mostly, I can offer a better opinion. Continue reading
I’m back. I guess that’s silly. I’ve been here…just not always here here.
This was written for Carrot Ranch, into the dark. Continue reading
I haven’t visited Friday Fictioneers for a while…for longer than I can remember ever not visiting. Here is my effort. Many thanks to Rochelle.
All caught up with NaNo (for the moment) so I’m venturing into flashfiction. Flashfiction is easier, let me tell you. Get an idea, write it, edit it to the depths of its core. And you may just have something beautiful. A novel? All of that need to write extra words? 😉 I’ll make a good novel yet…and maybe even a brilliant flash. You never know. Cheers! This is written for Carrot Ranch. Continue reading
Thanks to Rochelle for Friday Fictioneers!
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Clearly, Bill knew nothing about her after all this time. High tea on an observation deck? Nice for a tourist and someone of a certain age. For her, acrophobic and lacking a sweet tooth? Not so much. Continue reading
I’m early this week! Yippee! Thank you as always to Rochelle for hosting Friday Fictioneers!
Since “paranormal” seems to be winning in my NaNoWriMo poll (see here), I thought I’d better start practicing.
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Me afraid? Just because it’s Halloween, pitch-black, and the wind slides leaves like skeletal feet on concrete, and I’m alone in the haunted castle? Noooooo. Continue reading
