A little warm-up writing (draft) from this morning’s coffee… (spurred by this image and a ‘mock’ cover I created that could one day be a real story). Spring had died, drowned by the climbing mercury in the giant thermometer on the brick wall of Tilson’s bar she could see by day in rising and fading […]
Every picture tells a story… He was still young, almost 18, but many—no, most—would say too old to swing like a child. But the motion soothed him; a subconscious sense he could change his perceptions by mere movement. A shifting of view that revealed more of the world… and himself. To see what was before […]
She watched the old man, who had brought her there, as he went about adding more forgettable things to what was already forgotten.
So he worked, he lived and wondered where his life would lead if he only followed a half-way street that seemed to lead nowhere… to see if it didn’t.
Martha Vanderwayne had the gift. The 7th daughter of a 7th daughter once she turned 16 years old, she could foretell the future. At 32, the nightmares awoke her. They showed that her grandson would die, along with his lovely wife… in a foul alley in a city grown so dark and twisted she could […]
Centuries ago a wastrel, a drunkard known as ‘Stingy Jack,’ wandered between towns and villages in Ireland. Calling none of them ‘home,’ Jack was known throughout the land as a deceiver, manipulator and otherwise dreg of society. On a fateful night, Satan overheard tales of Jack’s evil deeds. Unconvinced any man could or would do […]
Halloween a few years ago, I came across a picture of an abandoned house and it turned into a flashfiction piece I called ‘The House in the Woods.’ Readers liked it so much, wanted more and I decided to expand the story. About that time I also came across another picture and the two together […]
Based on something—a moment—a friend told me of recently. It moved her deeply. This is a rough draft typed on my phone as I traveled. I’ll polish further when I can. The story cover is a concept and not final. Here’s the premise: ‘Love and beauty is always there, in the ways our world reminds […]
“Oy, Ginger!” Ruby ignored the drunk Brit who’d been ogling her at the bar and then staggered out after her. She scrolled through her list to find just the spell for him. That one she’d developed to help her nephew with his ‘outie.’ It had worked on the belly button. With just a bit of […]
“It takes three dates before you get to do that.” he lied.