My once fiancé promised me Xanadu, a home of notable wealth, modernity, and style, a place to keep me happy with everything I could possibly want, except for two: him and children. The first was not said although the second was. Continue reading
I’ve never been a fan of crowds. Riding metro after an event in DC, sweaty, stinky bodies pressed together, is my version of hell. Continue reading
I don’t know what’s with writing today. This too could become something longer (and wanted to). Argh.
“That’s the last blind date I set you up on,” Dave tells Cara. “Zeb is a nice guy. What was wrong with him? In your oh-so-humble opinion.” Continue reading
First off, I am so late for this prompt that while I’ll try to read most of the entries, I can’t make guarantees. However, if you read mine, I’ll most definitely read yours and comment–promise, and thanks. 🙂
As always, I send out thanks to our Lady in Purple, Rochelle for hosting Friday Fictioneers.
For you romantics, I’ve gone a bit softer this week. Woohoo!
Written for Quadrille #50 at dVerse where the word is: “murmur”.
Words graft to wind Continue reading
I did it! I wrote another installment of the story! Woot! In case you missed it, Pt V appeared a little earlier this evening.
You can read the previous parts here.
You can read the previous parts here. Thank you and I hope you enjoy!
Baxter raised his head when Mary approached and tried to thump his tail. She cooed at him, stroking his ears. In the background, she could hear, Aileen Lee, Ethan Donahue’s fiancé, talking on the phone. Continue reading
Thanks to Alistair for providing the prompt to this week’s Sunday Photo Fiction. Continue reading
