Whittman’s Cabin

January 21, 2021 ·

Tyler Perkins was tired and so very, very cold. The snow fell in huge heavy flakes and that on the ground was deep and getting deeper. He pulled his coat tighter and tucked his chin into it in a vain attempt at finding some kind of warmth.  On he trudged, doggedly dragging first one foot then the other out of the snow then plunging it back in. He lifted his head and took in his surroundings. Had he not been… Read more.

Pop Pop’s Angel

December 8, 2020 ·

“Hurry up Mills, we have to go check on Pop-Pop and make his supper. We’re going to need to hustle. You still need to do your homework and take a shower and I have laundry to get done,” I hollered up the stairs at my daughter then headed back to the kitchen to gather up the things I’d need to fix my grandfather dinner. I slammed open cupboards and fumed. I’d called both my sisters to see if they would… Read more.

A Touch of Magic

May 25, 2020 ·

March 2010 The storm seemed to come out of nowhere. One minute the skies were clear, the sun was bright making the spring day unusually warm, then the wind whipped up throwing up dirt and whipping tents and awnings making them snap and groan. The sky grew dark, and big heavy raindrops began to pelt the dusty fairgrounds. Nelson Peppernick, who had been cruising the fair for girls, made a mad dash for the closest cover, a deep blue tent… Read more.

On The Notes of a Song

March 9, 2020 ·

I pulled into the small parking lot at the back of the converted Victorian that housed the offices of the attorney who’d contacted me and parked in one of the narrow spaces. Besides my Mercedes, there were three other cars. Did they belong to the people who worked here? Other clients? Or was it possible they were here for the reading of Papa’s will too? If so, who could they be? As far as I knew, I was the last… Read more.

Home Again

January 27, 2020 ·

I took the turn off the main road through the barely visible opening in the dense trees like it hadn’t been fifteen years since I’d last done it. As I bumped and jolted along, memories of a time when this uneven and rutted path had once been a smooth and meticulously cared for road tugged at my heart.  About a mile up, the trees thinned as I neared the clearing. Butterflies danced in my stomach and my chest tightened in… Read more.

Bouquet of Souls

October 12, 2019 ·

Writing prompt – 300 word limit “This is insane. It’s freezing out here.” Frankie Carothers shoved his hands into his coat pockets and hunched his shoulders. He turned to the group of friends who were gathered with him in Fetchers Hollow. “Do you guys honestly believe that story? I mean come on, a witch who magically appears on Halloween to steal souls? And then carries them around in balloons? Balloons? How lame is that? And we’re in the middle of… Read more.

Granddaddy

August 17, 2019 ·

Short story prompt with a 300 word limit. Picture prompt from Writers Unite! Visit here! I caught sight of Granddaddy sitting his horse at the top of the hill and pulled my horse to a stop just to look. Joseph Waterhouse was a cowboy. A true cowboy. One of the last of a dying breed of men who’d lived their lives on the back of a horse facing everything from a raging blizzard to an angry bear hell bent on… Read more.

Let’s Talk Dialogue (Part 1)

August 17, 2019 ·

*I do not own rights to this picture. ***I'll begin with a disclaimer. I know this will shock you (NOT LOL). I am not a professionally trained writer. I don't have a degree of any sort. And I don't have any books on any 'Best Seller' lists. But I have read about a million books (only a slight exaggeration) and I've been writing and learning the craft for many, many years.*** Conversations. We have them every day (unless you're an… Read more.

Angelique’s Amore

July 27, 2019 ·

Story prompt from Writers Unite! Find more stories HERE

I made my way down the overcrowded sidewalk stewing that so few moved out of my path. Could they not see that I was in a hurry? Winter was in the air and I’d forgotten my coat when I’d rushed out my door that morning late for a job I despised. On top of that, my day had been arduous, my boss especially hard to get along with, and I’d left work five minutes too late to make the train… Read more.

Blue Moon Bay

June 14, 2019 ·

June 24 - Present day – Blue Moon Bay, CA Carlie Schafer’s shoulders were hunched up around her ears, and her grip on the steering wheel was white-knuckled. The road to the family’s cabin on the beach was no longer the well-maintained passage from highway to shore she remembered from her childhood. Sometime in the last ten years it had become no more than a narrow path between trees and bushes, all rutted and uneven and littered with large rocks… Read more.

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